Author: bryanmkevan

Short update today, before I take off for the last leg of my trip. After 250km in two days riding mostly with the wind, I was delayed in Punta Arenas by ferry schedules and weather. The ferry company that crosses the Magellan Strait to Tierra del Fuego doesn’t operate unless the seas are in good condition, and didn’t run on Monday, so I spent a few days enjoying Punta Arenas. This was the biggest city I’d been in in two months, and the activity of a “big” city was sort of overwhelming. Finally having made the crossing this morning, I’m now in Porvenir, the capital of Tierra del Fuego.

The fact is that although it’s not particularly interesting to look at, Tierra del Fuego is one of those goals that I’ve been waiting to make it to for awhile. I grew up reading books by Brian Jacques. He wrote the childrens’ series Redwall, but also a lesser-known series called Castaways of The Flying Dutchman. In the first book of this series, the main character and his dog are washed up on the shores of Tierra del Fuego after a failed rounding of Cape Horn. This land and its cool name stuck in my head, and I immediately looked on a map to see where it was. I distinctly remember for that for months, whenever I looked at a map (which was a lot. I liked maps.) I would look for “Tierra del Fuego” to see if it was labeled on it.

So I’m finally here. And for personal reasons, that’s pretty cool.

Continue reading Puerto Natales to Porvenir

I’m have made it safely to Tres Lagos, a colorful town in the middle of nowhere in Argentinian Patagonia. I survived the border crossing at Mayer, and about 350km out of the 388km of Argentinian road that I could have traveled so far. Bear with me, because this is going to be a bear of a post. Let’s start with me searching for information about the entry.

From the municipal office in Villa O’Higgins at the end of the Carretera Austral, I was directed to find a guy who operates a tourist lodge in Villa O’Higgins, who could tell me more about the crossing. After finding the guy, here’s how our conversation basically went:

“Hi! My name is Bryan, and I’m traveling down the Carretera Austral on my bike. I heard that you could tell me more about the pass into Argentina at the Entrada Mayer.”

“The Mayer pass?”

“Yes.”

(with confusion) “…Why?”

Not a good start. After explaining that it was my only way into Argentina in this season, he said he understood, and that although possible, the pass would be very difficult with a loaded bike. The only saving grace, he said, was that the Carrera River (one of the larger rivers I would need to cross) may be low enough that I could just cross it on foot rather than searching for the tiny bridge (basically a sheep bridge) further upstream. He said that he couldn’t really guide me further, and that I should go talk to the border and talk to the police officers there to get more detailed information about which path (this whole “right path” thing sounds hilarious to me in retrospect…) to take. I thanked him, and went on my way.

Continue reading Villa O’Higgins, Chile to Tres Lagos, Argentina

I vaguely remember one of my last updates being two days before I had spent one month on the road, so I’ll start where I left off and give a rather dry progress update. I’ve reached Villa O’Higgins at the end of the Carretera Austral, 230km from Cochrane and 1193km from my start in Puerto Montt. Time-wise, I arrived in Puerto Montt on the 17th of September, and left on the 20th. That means the entirety of the Carretera took me almost a month to the day (October 18) to complete, with plenty of rest days. As I’ve gotten further into the trip, I’ve started to take more of these rest days, as the ripio has generally been tougher down here on me and my back/rear end. But as my body has gone, my bike has not. My noble steed has officially made it through the entirety of the Carretera Austral, a road known as a bike-eater, with no problems save for two small patchable punctures on the front tube. Racks are intact, rims are true, and I haven’t even needed to pump up the back tire once in a month of riding. My most heartfelt shoutout to Paul’s Bicycle Way of Life on Alder St. in Eugene for building me one hell of a durable ride.

Continue reading Cochrane to Villa O’Higgins

Well, my camera and its three spare batteries ran out two days ago. I forgot to recharge fully in Puerto Tranquilo, and I always forget to turn it off as I put it away. So, shucks. I ripped a big hole in my tent window last night, my tire tubes are patched in multiple places, and I need to replace both sets of brake pads. This should give you some indication of how tough going the last 120km were. Up (walking a lot), down (carefully) , sideways (blown off the road), stop (in rainstorms), go (with a tail wind), laugh (at swanky resorts), curse (all of the above). Nonetheless, I’ve reached Cochrane, the capital of the General Prat region and the “final frontier” of the Carretera. The road did not extend to Villa O’Higgins until 20 years ago.

Continue reading Puerto Tranquilo to Cochrane