Well from there it became a bit of a blur to be honest. Popped into see Che Guevaro's house, remarkably normal suburb and almost banal setting for one of the World's most famous revolutionaries. Had a rather blurry night with Kevin and Julia which ended up with me being carried home in a rather undignified fashion slung over Kevin's back, and quite reluctantly drove in formation back into Buenos Aires several thousand miles, six weeks, and one life affirming trip...

Cafayate - Catamarca, Argentina. A striking and charming town, made all the more atmospheric by the surrounding vineyards. We had a day off to explore. Made more complex by the need to change my now square and balding tyres. Luckily we had the globebusters' tyre changing collective, made up of the knowledgeable (Alan), the needy (Lou & meself), and the downright helpful (Mike(&Di) & John(&Marion)). Using no more than two logs and some suitable ...

Iquique - San Pedro 290miles. Saturday, 19th may. As usual managed to be the last to leave. Pulled out of our holiday inn, turned left and away we went. Coast road today, winding south along the pacific for the first 140miles to the large town of tocapilla, turn left, and start heading east back across south america, towards buenos aires and home...quite mixed feelings about that. Just over one week of riding left. :( Coast road is quite magnificent. Massively ...

I woke up in Nazca feeling pretty average. My right ear had not cleared during the previous day's descent, and I'd been feeling increasingly average since then. This morning it felt as if someone had replaced my inner ear with a cochlear-sized paddling pool, sloshing back and forth. I was concerned. We were due to fly over the Lines today. Luckily, we had two ex-pilots, in our group: John (&Marion) - owner of a van-bound BMW, ex-BA pilot, & pensioner -...

The next day we continued our descent towards Nasca, and the famous aerial lines. The road the next day was no less challenging than the previous night, twisting along the bottom of a river canyon initially, before rising up sharply another 1000m to a cold, barren plateau located some 3000m above sea-level. As always, as passed through a number of small communities that were somehow scratching out a very basic existence with little visible means of support. Lla...