Argentina to Alaska.. Doing it differently... To summarise quickly, I started in Santiago in Chile in February of 2009. Accompanied by two other riders from New Zealand we set out to the end of the planet, Ushuaia in Tierra de Fuego. Achieving this months later because of the inevitable incidents you can expect being new to the saddle and learning in the loose stuff. Then we turned north and rode fast, away from the cold, Buenos Aires, Argentina then to Brazil and Rio de Janeiro. It was here we turned towards the setting sun and rode westwards across the continent through Bolivia to Peru. With the bikes and our bums now battle scared we steered north again, eventually reaching Colombia where my companions sold their bikes and in my face was the famous Darien Gap. Much of this early venture we recorded and announced on the web site, Bridging Gaps. <o> </o> It was here that things took a drastic turn and the concept of crossing the Darien by motorcycle power became the new focus of attention. Joined by one of the new owners of my previous comrade’s bike, my girlfriend from Bolivia and fourth partner in crime, we commenced work on a KLR powered boat . Two months in the scrap yard, combining pieces from cars, rail road, washing machines and fans we eventually converted a 1964 orange life raft into a vessel that ticked along at 6 miles an hour at 3000rpm in fourth gear. Ecstatic and exited we lifted anchor in Turbo Colombia with our course set to Panama where the road was to begin again. We optimistically saw this possible to achieve in five days. One month later we were towed into the destination wharf by a sailor´s dingy. What we weren't expecting was to search for a welder amongst grass huts, being detained by authorities and trapped in by the weather. Attempting to record it on film we hope to make something of it. We made a full engineering report we posted at this site: Four Strokes of Luck. <object width="425" height="344"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kp9f7rG4n6A&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></object> Thinking the turmoil had come to an end, we were wrong, my KLR then wouldn’t start and we lost the ever so important spacers from our axle bolts. The only option left was a pick up truck to take us and what resembled motorcycles to Panama City. This achieved we made it at 10pm two days before Christmas. Happy to be alive and a large meal or two later I find myself in Boquete (Panama), painting the Mamallena Hostel to pass the time while my parts slowly make their way in the post. Its been three months since I’ve had my bike on its rubbers, the anticipation for her return is beyond my explanation. The plan from here is to ride up through Central America and Mexico and for the first time ever, cross the border to the USA. The ultimate goal is Alaska and the funds are fearsomely low, camping and rice will be the crux of my existence but i will find those adventure riding moments when you grin so much your helmet tilts backwards.