Adios Patagonia: Cinco Lagunas

Pat Corden April 22, 2018

Just when we thought we’d seen all that Patagonia could throw at us, this incredible hike came our way. Spending 8 incredible days hiking through this remote and isolated wilderness was an incredible experience and a great note to leave Patagonia on.

SORRY MUM: We Bought Motorbikes

Pat Corden April 18, 2018

The last two times that Scott had briefly disappeared, he had returned with an immediate call to action, hiking. So when we awoke to find him missing the morning after our five glorious days on the Huemel Circuit we knew something was coming. With our Dutch friends working away on an incredible stack of post-hike pancakes, Scott returned to Mariano’s house with the news that not only had he found three motorbikes online, but they were as good as sold….. to us.

Patagonia's Hidden Gem: The Huemul Circuit

Pat Corden April 4, 2018

With three Dutchies we'd met 12 hours previously we set off on what was to be five days of ‘the unprepared in the unknown’. We took on 100+ km/h winds over mountain passes, zip lined over rapids, took shelter for 36 hours in a little mountain Refugio and had our minds blown by the indescribable beauty and solitude of the Patagonian Icefield

Fitz Roy (3 of 25).jpg — **DESOLATE ROADS TO ICONIC PEAKS**

**MT. FITZ ROY**

Desolate Roads to Iconic Peaks: Mount Fitz Roy

Pat Corden March 24, 2018

After getting another glimpse of Southern Patagonia on the Cabo Froward trek, it was time to start the jaunt up North in search of higher peaks and wider valleys. What we got was desert roads, a lost passport and three days of hiking bliss.

Cabo Froward

Pat Corden March 14, 2018

With three days to complete the six-day hike, we fought again time, tides and Pacha Mama (Mother Nature) herself. Read on to hear the story of this gruelling 72km hike to the southernmost point of continental South America.

Dientes De Navarino

Pat Corden February 26, 2018

The excitement in our bellies roared as we watched an epic sunrise over the Andes from our plane to Punta Arenas in southern Patagonia. Our excitement was dampened only slightly as the wheels of the plane screeched on the runaway when we realised we had no place to stay, not a single Chilean peso and Spanish literacy comparable to a goat.