If you haven’t read Part I, you should. As the wind gathered more force and the hail intensified, Jesse and I ambled on in meditative silence. The storm wasn’t so miserable. It wasn’t raining, so we weren’t wet, and it wasn’t all that cold. Nevertheless, we wanted to reunite with[...]
Dave is a bit of a weather worrier. He frequently checks the forecast and frets about supposed incoming rain or wind or heat. Then he tells me about the weather, shoving his phone in my face to prove the disaster on the horizon. I typically glance over and say, “hmmm.” Actually[...]
I’ll admit this right off the bat. You cannot visit Machu Picchu with a dog. You can get close, but you can’t actually take your dog inside the sacred site. We had hemmed and hawed about whether or not to visit Machu Picchu, knowing it would be difficult, but everyone told us we had to[...]
Our friend Flavia, whom we met early on in our travels at a Casa de Ciclistas in Patagonia, wanted to enlist our help in adopting a puppy with whom she had fallen in love a month prior in the small mountain village of Hanchipata. Suggesting a bike ‘n hike trip to dog-friendly[...]
Before heading to Bolivia, we put together fake documents to please the border patrol who would be issuing our visas. They like to see a place of residence, departure flight, and several other bits of information. As cycle tourists, we never know where we’ll be when, so we just found a[...]
Due to our own indirection and mistakes, we had a bit of a difficult time finding dog-friendly B3 Backpacker Hostel in Iquique, Chile. Fortunately, we found ourselves in the delightfully warm-weather-pocket of northern Chile that reminded us of San Diego, so getting lost wasn’t all[...]