Fifteen months ago, just as the Olympic gun resonated through the streets of London, bracing ourselves against a blizzard at the southerly-most point of continental South America, we began our race to run the length of the continent.
Ever since, we have been pulling our trailer, day-on-day, through ice, snow, hurricane-force winds, over 45°C heat, nearly 100 per cent Amazonian humidity, knee-deep mud, exhausted, vomiting, attacked by swarms of insects, but determined that every step forward will pull us closer to our goal. Now, finally, we have dived into the Caribbean Sea with mighty brown pelicans and magnificent frigatebirds spiralling over our heads and it feels amazing!
It has been tougher than we could ever have imagined. I remember… click here to read more