Posted in, “The Independent”, Thursday, 26 July 2012 at 10:35 am. This week has been drawing ominously close; the week David and I start running the length of South America. We’re sitting on a double-decker bus nearing the southerly most city in the world, Punta Arenas, Chile and we’re being shaken like a doll by …
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Impreso en el periódico Independiente, Reino Unido, 25 de julio 2012.. Traducción por Mari’a Elisa Pelletta. Al tiempo que los preparativos para las olimpíadas de Londres se intensifican, a 8.000 km de distancia, nosotros lanzamos nuestra propia puja olímpica. El 27 de Julio de 2012, estaremos en el punto más austral del continente americano, con …
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As preparations for the London Olympics intensify, 5000 miles away, we’re launching our own Olympian bid. On the 27 July 2012, we will be standing on the southerly-most point of the South American continent, gazing out to the fabled Southern Ocean. From that wild, sea battered peninsular, Cabo Froward, we will begin running. A run …
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Pitch Black. 0715am, Valdivia, Chile. Winter. We’re on the road again. 2 hour, 5 hour, 12 hour, 12 hour and 3 hour bus rides later and we should be in Punta Arenas by Tuesday night; southern most city in the world. We are not great company to be around: we both having streaming colds, I …
21 July 2012… Six days to go! And an update from over the Andes in Chile. We’re sitting in Bram and Vivian’ 50 year old Dutch yawl in Valdivia, laptops tapping, Bram and Vivian solution centres whirring! We should now be on the bus to Punta Arenas but school holidays and snow have conspired to …
I’m sitting cross legged in Buenos Aires. We’re on the hoof, finally!
Something odd is raining from the sky. Swords of sunlight are slicing through the canopy of ancient trees in Parque Pumalin, southern Chile. It cannot be rain. We squint into the mossy tops of the trees.