The morning’s milk
Every other day, a bottle of warm, fresh milk arrives on the river bank. David and I live on our old wooden boat, Lista Light, you see and for the past two and half months we have
Every other day, a bottle of warm, fresh milk arrives on the river bank. David and I live on our old wooden boat, Lista Light, you see and for the past two and half months we have
Mago arrived today, on a boat from Buenos Aires. Mago means Magician in Spanish. Actually he is called “mono de milano”, the Monkey of Milan. Maybe he has a more convential name but when someone as charasmatic as Mono arrives such formalities seem unimportant and inappropriate. He is a modern day legend of the Southern …
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Only three more days left on the boat and we’re drastically re-prioritising what is absolutely necessary for the 5000mileproject. We’re surrounded by half packed boxes of books, tools and clothes. Lista Light, our old 77 year old lady (wooden boat) has been our only home for the last four years and it is amazing what …
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The warmth of the “Homosapien Uruguayanera” is extraordinary. Our wonderful “abuelas” (“grandparents”) Primavera and Angelito who live on the river bank and whose small farm we pass through every day, welcome us by their fireplace to chat, eat and watch the Brazilian soap-operas. There is Mercedes and Reuben who
The 5000mileproject’s BigToe LIVE Classroom took to the road on Monday, three weeks ahead of the actual start line of the running challenge, to be tried in front of Montevideo St George’s School . . . and if we were in the dock, and the judge was the effervescing psuedo-Uruguayan teacher Patty, then the thirty …
It’s 1.30am. We’ve just arrived back on the boat. Twenty hours ago, at 05.30am, we found ourselves crawling out of bed, jumping into the dinghy and onto our bikes to the local town to catch a bus to the capital, Montevideo. We had an appointment with a yellow fever vaccination (in which we paid to …
After our mega voyage over to Chile from Uruguay last week, with over 35 hours sitting on a bus, including a 7 hour wait on top of the Andes in a snow blanket, we are finally the lucky owners of a suite of Berghaus clothes.