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It’s Brazil, Baby!

You like beaches? Brazil’s got trillions. You like jungle? They’ve got the world’s biggest. You like mountains and caves? Yup, they’ve got those. Waterfalls? Tick. Deserts and dunes? Err… yes. Wildlife? Yah, plenty dat too. And of course, the football… many shed-loads of that! They do sport, they do fashion, they do science, they do arts, they build things, they party-hard and they’re the economic power-house of the region. Sure, they have few teeny political snags on the agenda at the moment (who hasn’t? 🙂 ) but overall, we’re looking forward to seeing Brazil (and those beaches!)

Flat-out to a cave

Brazil is big (correction… make that ‘BIG!’). Last year we popped into Brazil from Bolivia for a quick 2,000 km, three week jaunt around the Pantanal. Now we’re back for the main game, we’ll be needing the whole of our annual 90 day entry permit allowance! We enter Brazil from Argentina waaaay inland at Iguazu Falls and it’s a long slog over 1,200km to get to some of those fabled beaches on the Atlantic coast.

We set course on a generally northerly direction through Brazil, so our route takes us diagonally to the coast on some of Brazil’s many long-haul trucking routes. On the way, the countryside at first glance appears curiously European: rolling green hills with cow-dotted pastures. But the occasional palm tree towering above the hedgerows (and the fact that we pass a Tropic of Capricorn sign on the way) is proof that we are very much not in northern Europe! Although the views are of a green and pleasant land, there is precious little in the way of attractions to stop and see on this slog to the coast.

After around 800km we spot a small icon on the open-source mapping indicating some caves around 20km off the main road. At this stage of the journey, anything to break the tedium is attractive so we turn-off down a rough dirt track to investigate the site, optimistic that we might just discover a hidden and little known gem! Some way down the track we notice a strange sound from Cuthbert and Marcus feels unsteady steering. Uh-oh! Flat tyre? Hmmm… perhaps the term ‘mangled’ rather than ‘flat’ might better describe the tyre’s condition! Luckily, if such word can be used in these circumstances, it’s one of the tyres that is nearing the end of its life and was going to be replaced in a few hundred kilometres anyway. Marcus sweats away changing the tyre in the toasty 35C afternoon sunshine whilst an ancient, sun-wizened local farmer stands over him offering what we believe were intended to be helpful words of advice in rambling Portugese.

Once the tyre was fixed we had kind-of lost enthusiasm for the cave exploration, which is a good thing because although we did proceed down the track towards the site, we never actually found it! Hey-ho! It’s back to the main road we go! And a nice scenic Brazilian fuel station car-park for the quick night-stop (sad, but it’s often the best we can do for overnighting between destinations on these long-haul truck routes)!

Sao Paulo to Sea

Further on towards the coast we approach one of the world’s biggest, endlessly sprawling cities: Sao Paulo. On our way past we wonder whether it’s worth a stop-off. We do a bit of research looking for a reason that we might find Sao Paulo worthwhile, but the only really positive feature that popped up repeatedly was its high-end cuisine. Sao Paulo is apparently Brazil’s centre of gourmet (aka expensive) restaurants. Goes without saying, we like a bit of fancy nosh as much as

Green and pleasant land

the next chap, but we need a better reason than an aspiring Michelin Star restaurant to risk Cuthbert’s life, battling for hours with hideous traffic in one of the most crime-ridden centres of South America. Ok… that’s probably just a teeny-weeny bit over dramatic! But although our friends Guy and Fiona’s brilliant foodie/travel blog at Compass and Ladle provides some serious temptation for us to head into town, we decide in the end to tackle Sao Paulo’s equivalent of London’s M25 and bypass the city in search of the seaside.

Costa Verde

Circumnavigating Sao Paolo isn’t quite as bad as we feared and soon we’re past it, dropping off the high ground and looking out over the South Atlantic Ocean for the first time since Tierra del Fuego just over a year ago. Same ocean, same South American eastern coastline, but the sky and the sea are both a lot bluer up here in the mid-summer tropics. This section of coast for 350km south/west of Rio de Janeiro is known as the Costa Verde and it is indeed very green! Travel books say this is a beautiful drive with tiny islands and literally hundreds of stunningly beautiful beach coves cut into the rainforest shoreline. We can happily report that the books aren’t wrong. Our only problem is deciding which of the many beaches to stop and camp by – can’t do them all!

At our first stop near the wonderfully named Ubatuba, we receive news that our paths are crossing yet again with Dakar Rally hero Lyndon and his friend Tony on their grand bike tour. No, we’re not stalking them around South America 🙂 it’s just a true Old English saying that ‘Great minds think alike’ when it comes to South American routing! We’ve bumped into them three times in the last few months, but now this fourth time in Paraty will be the last. They’re heading south to Patagonia and we’re heading up across Brazil, so if we bump into them again any time soon, one of us will have made a grossly negligent navigational error!

The colonial town of Paraty is one of the most popular tourist attractions on this section of the coast of Brazil, with good cause. Its history is in the gruesome slave-trade, but now with its well preserved old buildings and cobbled streets, the town is quaint with style and a chilled-out atmosphere. Nearby is the gorgeous Trindade beach which we find particularly hard to drive away from and end up staying for several days. Here, the beautiful warm ocean waves are crying out for us to make a small investment in a boogie-board to play in the surf. How old are we? Probably older enough to know better, but what the hell… it is fun! Our final stop on this bit of coast, Conceicao wasn’t quite as spectacular as further south, but nevertheless still a lovely beach to spend an afternoon before tackling Rio.

Riiiiio!

Rio de Janeiro has always seemed to me one of the most impossibly glamourous cities of the world full of samba music and beautiful people. Arguably these days it has become more famous for its vast, sprawling, crime-ridden favelas and certain problems hosting the recent World Cup 2014 and Olympics 2016, but I prefer the slightly mythical cool, sophisticated images conjured up by Frank Sinatra’s ‘Girl from Ipanema’ 🙂

Last time we visited Rio in Oct ‘15, we had a day out from the ship on our voyage from Europe to Uruguay. Back then we left Cuthbert on board the Grande Nigeria, this time we have the small matter of getting him into and around the city. Cuthbert isn’t an ideal vehicle for busy traffic in an unfamiliar city, but Marcus is now well practiced at barging across traffic lanes with the best of the Latin American taxi drivers. The first couple of places that we try to park are full, but eventually we find a reasonably secure car-park near the central Flamengo beach. It’s a tad on the noisy side but hey… it’s in down-town central Rio! Can’t grumble at that 🙂

Up on that Sugar Loaf

So… the sights of Rio eh? What do we see? Well… we take a cable car up Sugar Loaf Mountain, have a few of the obligatory caipirinhas on Copacabana Beach, wander round the trendy streets of Leblon, see the pre-Carnival street parties in Ipanema, take a moped-taxi into up an incredibly steep path into one of the more ‘tourist-friendly’ favelas, and finally… see the dentist! Yes, the up-market end of Rio seems as good a place as any to get some routine work done. A good English speaking lady in Leblon did a great job extracting my molar, which had been long overdue.

Another day at the office in Rio

Talking about Rio… there’s this whole crime and personal-safety-thing that everyone talks about. Is it that bad? Well… as we were entering Brazil a couple of weeks ago, an area just north/east of here hit the international news with record-breaking crime levels (yes, record-breaking by Brazilian standards is pretty bad!) due to a police labour strike and gun-toting bad-boys taking control of some cities. Anarchy and lawlessness reigned for a few days in Espirito Santo province and as the police labour strikes widened, the troubles were threatening to spread into down-town Rio de Janeiro. Luckily, the government sent in the military to take control of the streets and order was restored just before we approached the area. In the tourist-friendly areas of Rio that we visit, we see no evidence of the problems reported in the news. As with New York, London, Paris, Wagga Wagga, wherever… there are parts of town into which a tourist would be foolish to venture, particularly at night. But really, tourist-town Rio is as safe as any other major city of the world and you really shouldn’t miss a few of those caipirinhas on Copacabana 🙂

Caipirinhas on Copacabana

Now Carnival time is approaching next week. We’re considering extending our stay here for this mega-event, but we decide we really should move on. Unlike other countries round here, Brazil is quite strict with its entry permits. We’re already one-quarter into the time we have to reach the French Guiana border and we still have well over 7,000 km to go! Need to get a wiggle-on and head in-land a bit.

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Not-so-silent night

It’s not every Christmas that we open our presents to the booming sound of Chile’s answer to Snoop-Doggy-Dog (or whatever the latest hip-hop chap is called these days) and to be honest, it wouldn’t be our first choice for 2016 either! Nevertheless, that’s what we get 🙂  But before we launch into the Christmas Story, there is the final instalment of the Tyre Story. Continue reading

The Big Turn Around

Flexibility… the key to overlanding! Way back in May we left Chile into Bolivia, then on to Brazil, back to Bolivia, then to Peru. Now here we are in Ecuador and we’re making a big turn-around, heading some 3,000 km back southwards. It’s not the most logical of routes, and if we ever had an approximate route in mind when we set off in South America this certainly wasn’t it! But we have a date with a tyre supplier… in Chile!
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Beginning Bolivia

We never learn our lesson! Crossing a border during the sacred ‘eating of the lunch’ ritual – don’t do it folks! These people take their lunch-break seriously! You only end up with a lot of waiting and not necessarily in an orderly line. But in our excitement at arriving in a new country, we have forgotten this simple principle again! We approach the Bolivian border at around 13:00 hrs and realise ‘the wait’ is on!

Intro to Bolivia! Great view at the border

Intro to Bolivia! Great view at the border

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Ice, Mud and Mountains

20160115_092110ECompInconveniently for us, the sights to be seen as we head north up the Andes sit alternately either side of the Argentine/Chile border, requiring more frequent border crossings than we would normally care to tackle. From Torres del Paine in Chile we now need to cross back into Argentina, first destination: the Perito Moreno Glacier and it’s gateway town of El Calafate. This glacier is another of South America’s most visited tourist attractions and the border crossing is therefore choked with coach-loads of tourists. We get caught in a frustratingly long queue, but finally we’re in… back into Argieland.

Ice-hike Perito Moreno

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Perito Moreno’s first namesake

Just over 100 kms north of the border crossing, El Calafate turns out to be our most touristy destination yet: streets crammed with souvenir ‘tat-shops’ (admittedly some of it is quite tasteful tat, but nevertheless, ‘tat’ is ‘tat’! 🙂 ). It’s not an unpleasant town but there is no history or culture here; it has been created in the last 30 years purely to serve the tourist industry of the Southern Patagonian Icefields. All the ‘locals’ living here have been imported from Buenos Aires or other parts of urban Argentina to serve the tourist influx – to which we are now adding our patronage.

IMG_8873CompPerito Francisco Moreno is a significant figure in Argentine history: a pioneer of exploration and research into the South Patagonian Icefields in the early 20th Century. It is a little known fact of local history that his parents named him after a glacier, a national park and a town in central Argentina (or was it the other way round? 🙂 ).

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Crampons on… Bring on the ice!

The Perito Moreno Glacier is the most accessible of the many glaciers in the South Patagonian Icefield. It is unusual amongst glaciers, sitting at an extremely low altitude and is one of the very few glaciers that isn’t receding. Incredibly it can shift up to 2 meters per day as it slides from the mountains into Lake Argentina. Regular Cuthbert fans who read our Antarctica Blog a few weeks ago will know that we are rather fascinated by the whole ice business. In Calafate we visited the Glaciarum museum which explains all the science-stuff about ice/glaciers very well, but it’s remote from the ice itself. So how does one get to be on first-name terms, ‘up-close and personal’ with a glacier? Aha! Here we go… an advert for guided ice-hikes on the glacier. That’ll do the job 🙂

Joining a group at the wharf-side in the National Park, we took a short boat ride across the lake to the edge of the glacier. Here our guide Vicente issued the gear to us and after a basic briefing on the techniques, led us up the side of the glacier and onto the top. The surface of the glacier was surprisingly hilly and our crampons really had to do their stuff as we hiked up and down the icy-slopes. It was a fascinating walk, jumping over crevices, peering into ice caves and looking down into deep, deep ice-pools of crystal clear, turquoise blue water.

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A whiskey at the Glacier Bar

Towards the end of the hike we were rather chuffed to find a small whiskey bar set-up in a sheltered cove on the ice. The ice-hike fee apparently included the opportunity to sample a ‘wee dram’ splashed over some 200 year old ice that they just hacked out of the glacier in front of us. Neither of us is normally partial to the whiskey-thing, but drinking a whiskey-shot over the ancient ice, in the sunshine and the open air of a glacier top in the Andes, was actually rather special.

The final treat as we waited by the shore for the boat to pick us up was watching enormous chunks of glacier split away and fall off into the water. The ice fell into the lake with a deep rumble, creating huge splashes and large ripples of waves across the whole lake. As the break-away chunks formed small icebergs in the lake, the crashing noise from the ice-fall continued to echo around the valleys. An amazing experience.

Stop Press… Economic Update

Remember way back at the end of 2015 when we explained about the ‘Blue Dollar’ currency problem in Argentina? We’re sure you have been scouring the press for update news on this. Well search no more… the good news is that newly elected President Macri has done ‘something’ even more quickly than the pundits expected ‘something’. Whatever it is that he did, we like it. On this return visit to Argentina, we can now (legally) exchange currency at a good value rate without the aid of the dodgey ‘cambio cambio’ men, we can use cash-points at banks and we can pay for items with credit/debit cards without fear of rip-off rates being applied. Hurrah for Mr Macri!!

Fitzroy Hikes

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Bit pink-faced after the climb to Lago de Los Tres

Now we’re back in Cuthbert and hitting the road again, heading some 200km north to El Chaltén – another purpose-built destination for the tourists attracted to ‘The Hiking Capital of Argentina’. Gosh… more hiking! It’s a while since we did this much exercise!

The main attraction here is Mount Fitzroy and a nine hour round-trip hike to a stunning mountain lagoon ‘Lago de Los Tres’. The trail starts off climbing moderately for around 4km, followed by an easy-going flat-stage of around 5km and then… Wham! … suddenly we’re hit by a phenomenally steep section, climbing up more than 400m in a distance of around 1km, scrambling over rocks and slip-sliding in loose shingle. At the top, the reward: eating our packed-lunch with views over an azure-blue lake to some majestic granite mountain spires behind, with condors soaring in circles around us. This is what it’s all about J. Now… just the small matter of the knee-aching descent back to Cuthbert before we can relax in the evening sunshine with some fellow Brit hikers over a well-earned cold beer!

IMG_9053ECompIMG_0266CompNext day, our legs are suffering slightly from yesterday’s exertion and need of a bit of ‘R&R’, so we take to Cuthbert for a scenic tootle around the area. Some 40ish km beyond El Chaltén at the end of the dirt road is Lago Desierto – a lake stretching towards the Chilean border and to a trail which takes hikers, mountain-bikers and horse riders over the Andes to Villa O’Higgins in Chile. Unfortunately, the trail beyond the lake is not ‘Cuthbert friendly’ (or friendly to any 4 wheeled vehicle for that matter) and we will have to take a much more circuitous route to Chile over the next couple of weeks. Today however, we can follow the track as far as the shore of Lago Desierto, taking us over a series of small bridges conveniently rated at 6 tons… spot-on for Cuthbert’s 5.9 ton all-up-weight 🙂 . It’s a beautiful drive and we find a pretty spot by the river to park-up for the night before re-tracing our steps back to El Chaltén for, guess what?… more hiking!

Mud Route 40

Route, or Ruta 40 is to Argentina what Route 66 is to the USA: an iconic, long and scenic drive stretching the country. Ruta 40 runs north/south down western Patagonia following the eastern edge of the Andes and is famous for vistas of high snow-capped mountains on one side, and vast open pampas plains on the other. You can’t really say that you have ‘driven Argentina’ until you have covered at least a decent section of Ruta 40 – so we pick it up as we leave El Chaltén and head north.

Ruta 40 is now mostly tarmac, but a few of the more remote sections are still rough. We start initially on tar, then just north of Tres Lagos the surface turns to dirt. We deflate Cuthbert’s tyres and blast down the rough road, riding all the bumps with ease and overtaking the sedan cars that had overtaken us back on the tar section 🙂

20160116_133330CompSoon it starts to drizzle and the dirt surface rapidly takes on the characteristics of a squelchy skid-pan. Rather than trundling comfortably through the countryside, Cuthbert starts to glide sideways in a graceful but random fashion down the track. The mud isn’t unduly deep, but it is of the exceptionally ‘skiddy’ variety. Marcus reduces the speed and engages the centre diff-lock as the mud becomes thicker and heavier. ‘Super-Cuthbert’ is managing without too much problem on the flat, but we soon come across a bunch of cars stuck in the mud, unable to climb a gradual but long ascent over a hill. We approach the incline, but even with Cuthbert’s top-notch 4×4 capabilities we can only just maintain the up-hill momentum. If we stop, we will almost certainly not get going again. The passengers from the various stuck cars are out in the mud, trying to push their revving cars up the hill. They stare enviously at us as we pass them and one of them waves a tow-rope at us, as if asking us to tow them. We feel bad not stopping, but we are struggling under our own weight without the drag of another car on-tow; Cuthbert is sliding into a sideways, barely controllable, crab-like climb as we negotiate the hill past them. We try not to laugh (honestly 🙂 ) but they are a slightly comical sight, standing up to their ankles in mud, pushing on the boot-lids and being sprayed with yet more mud from the back wheels of their cars as the engines are revved in vain. Ultimately however, there were many cars together, no-one was stranded alone and many of them could have turned around to return to the tarmac road (albeit with a significantly longer detour to reach their destination).

Had there been just one or two cars stuck in the mud and potentially stranded in a remote location we would not have hesitated to stop and help as best we could, and this turned out to be the case some 30 miles further along the mud-swamp. We stopped to help a 4×4 driver coming in the opposite direction who was struggling to turn around to return to the firm road. Soon after that, we found a small Peugeot car with two very friendly Argentinian couples on holiday from Bahia Blanca. They had slid off the road on a flat section and the four of them had been struggling for around half an hour to free their car. We stopped, donned our Rwandan wellies (remember, those of the first use in Tierra del Fuego a few weeks ago?) and jumped into the squelchy mud to hook the stuck car up to (a very muddy) Cuthbert. First the passengers had to walk down the road until the car was out of the deeper-dwang, then we towed them all in the car to a firmer section of the track, and finally we followed closely behind them some 25km to see them to the tarmac road. They were all very friendly and grateful people and we were pleased to be able to help them. Sadly it would be an extremely long detour for us to divert to Bahia Blanca and take up their kind invitation to dinner in their home.

Another Perito Moreno

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No photo-shopping-colour added, it really was this blue!

After our great day ice-hiking on the Perito Moreno Glacier last week, we are now over 300km further north and heading to the Perito Moreno National Park. This park is not as well-known and is much less visited than the other mass-tourism parks that we have visited recently; it receives only around 1,200 visitors a year. Nevertheless, it is highly recommended by our guide-book and by other overlanding travellers. “So…” one might reasonably ask… “if it’s that good, why is it so little visited?” Well, for a start the park is remote. It’s 100km down a single track dirt road from the Ruta 40 and over 200km from the nearest small town. It isn’t served by any public transport. Getting to see gems like this is what overlanding in your own self-sufficient 4×4 campervan is all about: the opportunity to visit some of the amazing corners of countries that ‘ordinary’ tourists don’t find the time to see.

IMG_9188ECompSo how was it? Well… the combination of jaw-dropping scenery, wild-life and the desolate remoteness of this place makes it one of the highlights of our trip so far. Yes, the mountain scenery of Torres del Paine and Fitzroy were amazing, but they were always shared with hoardes of other tourists. Piccadilly Circus has got nothing on the crowds at some of those mountain rest-stops 🙂 . Perito Moreno Park is very different: wild and almost untouched by tourism. Facilities are minimal. It’s peak season now and in our whole time in the park we saw only three other vehicles! The scenery is infinitely photogenic. Vast, open golden-green plains dotted with herds of roaming guanaco and rheas, mountains with multi-coloured rock layers glowing in the sunshine, bird-lakes populated with upland geese, black-neck swans and pink flamingos. And the ‘piece de resistance’: exquisite aquamarine glacier lakes that seem to have somehow been photo-shopped into the view. No photo-shopping-colour-enhancing here – the colours you see in the pics are exactly what you get here. Splendid! Don’t miss this park if you happen to be passing down Ruta 40 anytime 🙂 !

Handy Caves, New Shoes and a Trout

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Unimaginative but handy motif 🙂

Leaving the marvellous Perito Moreno Park behind, we head off now on our last leg before re-crossing the border (again!) into Chile. On our way north, we stop off at ‘Cueva de Las Manos’ (Cave of the Hands) to see some ancient hand-imprint rock painting; cliff-faces covered in a continuous painted-motif of left hands. The design arrangement is not dissimilar to a that produced by a class of 5 year olds on art-day, but as these paintings are between 3,000 and 8,000 years old, we’ll cut them some slack with the deficit of artistic flair 🙂 (and to be fair, we couldn’t do much better ourselves!). However unoriginal the motif might be, the paintings are astonishingly bright and clear for their age and the setting in the Río Pinturas canyon adds to the beauty.

Our final night stop, or what was meant to be our final night stop, in Argentina before crossing to Chile, was on the shore of Lake Posada. But when we got there, it turned out to be far too nice to stay for just one night. A remote and very beautiful spot on the lakeside overlooking an unusual island-arch of rock. The weather was spectacularly good so we decided to stay put for a while and, as we believe the kids are saying these days, ‘chill-out’ 🙂

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Nice day at the stone arch, Lago Posada

During our ‘chilling out’ at this quiet lake-shore we decided that the time had now come to fit Cuthbert with new shoes (the Michelin XZLs that we bought back in Hamburg before boarding the boat to Montevideo). We have schlepped these new tyres over 9,000 km around South America and the time has come to say farewell to Cuthbert’s current tyres which have seen him good since northern South Africa last year. Apparently there are people out there who are interested in the process of changing large, off-road, tubeless, truck tyres on split-rim wheels. If you happen to be one such person, then you may wish to click here to see the video of Cuthbert’s tyre change. Alternatively, you may just have a life to get on with 🙂 .

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Cuthbert getting new shoes

Another event during our ‘chilling’ time was a convoy of Brazilian over-landing vehicles descending on our peaceful spot. They arrived at 09:30 am one day and our hearts sank as they parked up right alongside us. They were friendly and very noisy (bang goes our peaceful lake-day) but it is always nice to meet other travellers. We got talking to the group and… bear with us here… we’re now taking a quick wander back to our recent Blog Post about the Mylodon cave near Puerto Natales… remember that little vignette about the giant prehistoric ground sloth? Well… this group of Brazilian overlanders were called the Rio de Janeiro Mylodon Group (now do you see the link?) and taught us a further interesting fact about said extinct critter. The Mylodon was apparently the only pre-historic animal to have wandered huge distances throughout the whole continent of South America. The Brazilian tour leader explained that because most of his co-travellers were almost old enough to be pre-historic and because they planned to travel to every country on the continent, they chose the Mylodon name for their group. Anyway, our fears for the destruction of our peaceful day proved to be unfounded; they didn’t stay long. Hmmm… we did shower last night… so it must have been something we said 🙂

Enough for a trouty snack

Enough for a trouty snack

When we first set off travelling in Cuthbert, we had slightly idyllic notions of parking up by lakes, catching and fileting our own fish for supper. We purchased a ridiculously expensive professional chef’s fileting knife, certain that it would see much service during our life on the road. Now, two years down the road, we have camped on many shores in Africa and in South America, but not once bothered to cast a fishing line… until today. Today, in Lake Posada Argentina, we decide to give it a try. Marcus set out the line and within a couple of hours… very exciting… we had a bite! Not the biggest trout you’ve ever seen, but enough for a tasty snack. Out came the expensive fileting knife for its first trial, but without glowing results. Let’s just say our fileting skills still need a little honing. Oh well, practice makes perfect! Anyway, we fried the hacked-off chunks of trout in some butter within half an hour of it coming out of the lake. That’s about as fresh as it gets, huh? Not pretty, but really delicious.

Finally, after a few chilled-out days by Lago Posada, we leave Argentina for the time being and head over the Paso Roballo border into Chile. We like Argentina very much, particularly since Mr Macri sorted out that troublesome ‘Blue Dollar’ business. We’ll be back again when we get a bit further north… Bye for now.

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Ship Ahoy!

Grande%20NigeriaHere it is at last… our home for the next 4-5 weeks! Grimaldi’s Grande Nigeria is on its way into Hamburg tonight and we’re joining it in the morning for our ‘Grand Voyage’ to Montevideo. Hurrah! Much anticipated…. we had to book it a year ago to get one of the few passenger cabins on the cargo ship to sail with Cuthbert!

Over the last 3 weeks we’ve done a quick wiz around UK to say farewell to our family, then had a couple of final missions to accomplish: first a few days in Berlin to celebrate Julie’s (biggie!) birthday and finally, we couldn’t leave Europe without a visit to our good friends Paul, Mags, Charlie and Eva in Leipzig. Mags is Cuthbert’s god-mother having christened him with the inspired name on our last visit to them early in 2014. As always, we had great time visiting them in their amazing Leipzig mansion project.

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Marcus, Paul & Cuthbert with his ‘fairy godmother’ Mags Edwards

Cuthbert’s final Euro-leg is from Leipzig to the docks of Hamburg. The Grande Nigeria was due on 26th September but with freight ships the schedules are a bit vague; it could be 4-5 days either side of this so we arrived in Hamburg on 21st… standing-by…

Whilst waiting in Hamburg, we arranged some new shoes for Cuthbert – he favours a particular Michelin XZL over a Jimmy Choo loafer 🙂  It was a tough decision whether to fit new ones before we leave Europe: his current shoes have around 10,000km of wear left (and at around £500 a pop we don’t like to waste the remaining mileage!) but these won’t take us around South America and we don’t want to reach tyre-criticality half-way up the Andes. Bizarrely, Michelin have been unable to assure us regarding availability of their XZLs in South America 😐 so we decide to ‘bite the bullet’ and do a switcheroo now.

'Biggie' birthday in Berlin

‘Biggie’ birthday in Berlin

Then Marcus had a brain-wave… we already carry two ‘as-new’ spare tyres, so to make a full new set we only need two more new ones. With a bit of heaving and a few ratchet-straps, we could probably just about squeeze the two new tyres onto the top of Cuthbert’s front top-box. This means we can keep the current four tyres on the wheels and carry four new ones. When the current tyres are finito, we’ll fit the four new ones, scrap the two worst tyres and keep the best two of the old tyres as future spares. Problem solved. Ha-ha!

In addition to a bit of tyre-juggling, we had another last minute problem to sort in Hamburg. In UK we had made our health preparations for South America, but we hadn’t thought about our stop-offs in West Africa on the way. Marcus previously went to the area on military service during the Sierra Leone war and saw how the troops suffered with malaria – this is not a part of the world where we want to take any malaria risks. Luckily Hamburg has a good ‘drop-in’ travel clinic – thanks for the tip, PJ Edwards! Two (expensive) Malarone prescriptions later, we’re done! Phew.

Two days before the ship was due into Hamburg we checked the internet maritime tracker: rather than steaming towards its rendezvous with Cuthbert, the Grande Nigeria was still moored up and sunning itself off the shores of southern Portugal! A school-boy’s ‘rough and ready’ time/distance calculation told us that it wasn’t going to make it to Hamburg by the scheduled 26th September.

Anyway… better late than never… it’s almost here now, three days late. And to be fair, we were always told that the schedule was set in jelly rather than stone. So we’ve had a bit more time enjoying the delights of Hamburg, which isn’t a bad thing 😉

Not sure when we’ll have connectivity again to update the blog… watch this space for the next maritime instalment with tales of ‘Cuthbert’s Life on the Ocean Waves’!

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