Key words: Camouflage, Pampas, Chile, Argentina, Least Seedsnipe Yesterday we were running through a very flat landscape of yellows, browns and dark greens. Tussocky spiky grasses and low thorny scrub stretched into the horizon with pebbles and boulders for miles. This is the Pampas- the grassland and shrubland of southern Chile and Argentina. A wild …
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Having problems connecting to wifi at the moment…sorry for the sloth-like email responses and updates. Basically we’re hitting our heads against the wall trying.. but not succeeding. On the road we had ice and snow; which froze everything including the pans, laptop, our fingers and well our brians… But the main problem now is internet …
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En Puerto Natales dimos nuestra primera presentación a un grupo de estudiantes de 12, 13 y 17 años, sus profesores y un funcionario del gobierno del área del medio ambiente. Y aunque parezca mentira, lo hicimos en español. Un bautismo de fuego que fue
We gave our first presentations in Puerto Natales to a class of 17 year olds, a group of 12-13 year olds, their teachers and the government envirnment officer. Incredibly we uttered it in spanish. A baptism in fire, with a mix of
5000 mile project: To the end of the earth, in the footsteps of puma & the lost people of Magellan By Katharine and David Lowrie Notebook, Sport Thursday, 9 August 2012 at 10:05 am These first few days of our year-long 5000 mile project run of South America represent some of the most remote and …
11 Days, following miles per day: 10,14,10,17,18,12,23,13,16,20,14, 70kg trailer with food, no days off, last 7 days snow/blizzard every day. 1 litre fuel. No shower. Not the gentle warm up we were planning!! Feet slowly recouperating in Pto Natales.
Viernes: la nieve caía en forma horizontal como cuchillos, atacando hasta el más mínimo pedazo de piel que osábamos exponer. El viento rugía en nuestros oídos
Friday: the snow was slicing horizontally. Attacking the tiniest glimpse of flesh we dared to expose. The wind hammered like a jumbo jet in our ears. I kept looking around. Expecting to see
La calidez del “Homosapien Uruguayanera” es extraordinaria. Nuestros maravillosos “abuelos” Primavera y Angelito que viven cerca del río y cuya granja atravesamos todos los días, nos reciben junto a su fogón para charlar, comer y mirar telenovelas brasileñas por televisión. También están Mercedes y Rubén que
Mash Up by Chief Photographer in Residence FIONA LOWRIE, Dave’s sister, who lived and breathed our every step to the start line of this Epic Mini Expedition; to find the southern most point of Continental South America.