I used to get a little upset when speaking to other travellers as there are so many places and things that we cannot see due to not having money. So many of the ‘must see’ attractions cost money. But after some time I learned that the road itself is beautiful, and the feeling of adventure that comes with it. Out of the thousands of photos I have taken I have tried to select a few to give a feeling of what life on the road is like.
Entre Lagos (Between Lakes), Chile, near the border to Argentina.
The spectacular road down from the Andes in Ancash, Peru, to the coast. On top of a truck.
Lovers Leap, Chile, on the border with Argentina. There was a 40 km no-man’s-land here, much of which we walked. But we would not have found this waterfall if we had been on a bus.
An unexpected stop with Anibal, one of our rides in Patagonia. The beauty of hitchhiking is you never know who will pick you up and where you will end up going.
‘Burn, burn, burn…’ Jack Kerouac. For you cobbing Dave, our leader.
Interesting hitch. Anthony had to hold the back doors closed and I had to hold the passenger window closed. Instead of dropping us at our turn-off he drove us to his house (below). When we stopped I had to hold the brake while our driver found a log to put behind the front tire. Oh, and he was quite drunk. Really quite drunk.
Our drunk driver’s house in the mountains near Lago Puelo, Patagonia. We spent the afternoon drinking several bottles of wine out of a pint glass. Our host explained that he only had wine as the water had been cut off. So that explains that.
National Park Lago Puelo, Patagonia. We arrived late and stayed for three nights. We later found out that there was a hefty entrance fee and no camping. Good job we arrived late.
Group hitchhiking with the Stray Dogs of Collaqui.
This was our campsite; loud, polluted and in the midst of Puerto Montt’s industrial district. It was dark when we arrived. The following morning we awoke to the sun rising through the mist which had covered the city, with the snow-capped volcanoes in the distance.
Our first boat hitch to the island of Chiloe, Chile.
A beautiful woodland campsite.
A less attractive campsite. But a kind woman had let us stay here, in her backyard, and gave us some home-made bread.
An unexpected stop in the desert to see some local art work.
After a slow and unsuccessful day hitchhiking, a security guard from a toll booth took us back to his home for shelter and some good conversation.
Three weeks in the desert. There are no words.
The Dunes of Huacachina
The only vegetation in the desert for miles around.
A road-side blacksmith in Peru.
One of the thousands of road-side monuments that litter the PanAmericana.
These kids ran after the truck as it was moving and climbed on to catch a ride over the mountain pass, La Linea, Colombia.
Petrol station on the outskirts of Santiago, Chile. All things considered not a bad camping spot.
Lost in on the mountain pass from Ecuador to Peru. No map, no GPS and no one in sight.