A Day in Colonia
To me, Colonia del Sacramento is proof that, however outlandish your bucket list, it gets ticked off eventually. I’ve been wanting to visit the city for twenty years, ever since I found out about this patch of Brazil inside Uruguay and, yes, this year I did it.
On the Old Patagonian Express
The locomotive slowly backs up to the slatted rail carriages. Gleaming like an unused stainless steel oven, it reflects the strong Andean morning sun back at our cameras. Suddenly, it whistles and releases a cloud of white steam that freezes instantly and forms tiny droplets that fog my sunglasses. Everyone cheers. The crowd assembled at Esquel train station is in a party mood. We have already fallen in love with La Trochita, as the locals call the Old Patagonian Express, and we haven’t even started our trip.
In Evita’s Footsteps
Not many of us know the name of the wife of a foreign head of state, unless he happens to be the President of the United States. But even then, Andrew Lloyd Webber never wrote a musical about Hilary Clinton or Michele Obama and Madonna never portrayed them on film. After such exposure, it’s inevitable that Evita Perón has become the pop face of Argentina.
A Cycling Tour Of Buenos Aires
I enter the offices of Urban Bikers in Buenos Aires rather apprehensively. It’s a stifling, humid summer afternoon and I’m about to go on a three-hour city tour by bike wending my way through the most chaotic traffic in Latin America. Eat your heart out cage shark divers! Who’s flirting with real danger now?
In Nicaragua, David Whitley heads up to the edge of a volcano crater and learns of the terror it has caused over the years