Chronicles the cycling expedition lead by Gwendal Castellan, from the tip of South America to the tip of North America. During the 23,000 km that separates these two cities, he will share with you his observations regarding the physical, political and cultural environment that affect the people, the cities and the many landscapes between them.

Through this website, we aim to share our adventures and learning experiences with youth around the world.

The Antipodes Expedition is "Where Learning Knows No Boundaries"!

March 19, 2004


We are definately now in Chile and the roads are harsh and very hilly... but we are progressing fairly well despite having broken the trailer... see photos
A car was willing to take it ahead to Puerto Guadal where after two days of riding to get there we have been able to get it welded.

I hitched down to Cochrane today to pick up a care package at the post office.
I am going back up to Puerto Guadal this afternoon and then we continue for 300k before we arrive to Coyhaique with legs of steel as there are nothing but hills and beautiful scenery, including one pass that goes up to 1200m!

This is a quick one as I am using the library internet and there are loads of people waiting behind me. Hopefully then, I can tell you about my conversation on the hitchhike ride down here in my next posting. Canada has an interesting reputation down here.

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March 16, 2004

The beginning of the Careterra Austral

I decided to write my latest entry in French and I did not yet have enough time to translate it. Please check out the latest french posting if you are brave enough. Otherwise I should have it translated in a week or so.

I am currently in Chile Chico on the shores of the Lake General Carrera. We are about to get started on the infamous Careterra Austral that goes from Villa O'Higgins to Puerto Montt.

Things are going very well and hopefully the dirt roads down here won't defeat me before I can find pavement again in about 500km.

Check out my daily noon picture of the road ahead gallery.

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February 29, 2004

Looking back on a month of cycling

Now that we have arrived in Calafate, I realize that it is a month since we have set off from Ushuaia. This is a good time to reflect on the assumptions I had about the trip before setting off and to re-evaluate my motivations to take on such a challenge.

For starters I have found that the time actually spent cycling and travelling is much longer than the average work week. We either get up much earlier or cycle well into the evening, sometimes past sunset to reach our destination for the day. So far, gathering information and researching interesting topics for the classrooms website and documentary film has been much harder than anticipated. Several things have contributed to this. The first is that although my spanish is improving very rapidly, it is definitely still hard to express more difficult concepts. Discussing biology of the lenga tree or to discuss the morphology of the glaciers in the region has been a real challenge.
I am learning to be more careful in choosing good sources and seeking out the municipal library before getting poor word of mouth information. I trust my reading comprehention much more than the oral comprehention for the moment.

In this first month, our spare energies have been definitely dominated by mechanical difficulties on the tandem. Here is a list in approximate chronological order of the items we have had to fix: Breaking the aluminium trailer hitches, Constantly breaking spokes on the back wheel due to too much torque on the hills, having a rear chain and freewheel wear out pre-maturely, Shearing the replacement freewheel after only 3 1/2 days of use (don't buy made in china Tracer freewheels), Breaking a cheap replacement chain 500m out of Puerto Natales (also made in china), Denting the front rim on a really bad strech of rocky road (sadly no marshmallows included), Ripping through 2 tires due to bad road conditions and going a little too fast with the wind at our backs, Shearing two screws on the front rack, bending the front derailleur when the back chain breaks once more.

Did I mention that not many days have gone by without a mechanical problem. I really thought that I was well prepared, but so many of the failures were un-predictable and even harder to manages as the spare parts are difficult to come by in Patagonia. So far it has taken away a lot of the energy I would have devoted to learning more about the local geography and cultures. Luckily nothing has been a complete show stopper, and thanks to good positive support and ingenuity from Damien and Ryan we have always found a way to limp forwards into the next town and find whatever spares are available.

The resulting diurnal emotional highs and lows sometimes cloud the big picture down here. We really are having a great time!
Patagonia is so remote that cycling through such vast landscapes devoid of people for long periods of time can make you feel very small and vurnerable. The severity of each little problem is amplified. When we finally arrive into a small town after 200-300km of cycling in the wilderness, we are relieved and sometimes we even feel euphoric. While preparing this expedition, I went to Cuba with Tania and found that every country road had so many people that you always felt a human element in the environment beyond the road. I have been reading the Old Patagonian Express by Paul Theroux and he wrote "Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography into oblivion." which down here really applies when you have not seen another soul all day.

The really positive element that has come out of the last month of cycling is that I am learning to adapt my travelling experience as an individual to that of the group with Damien and Ryan. The necessary compromises have been natural and easy and we are steadily growing to be good friends. Damien and Ryan both have unique perspectives that are helping me notice things to which I would have otherwise not given a second though, had I been travelling alone.

It has been a couple of weeks since my last posting, so I am going to bring you up to speed. Fifty kilometers north of the town of Puerto Natales in Chile there is a famous national park that brings most of the tourists down to this otherwise small town. It was pretty funny for us to see groups of backpackers walking in a daze through the streets after 5-7 days of trekking through the park. Puerto Natales now seems completely devoted to being a tourist service center, preparing and outfitting people to go trekking through the park. Every business has pictures of the Torres reminding you why you came here. We were easily able to rent good backpacks and set off for our own trip through the famous park. During the six days and 73km of trekking we did through the Torres del Paine national park, we really enjoyed spending a few lazy hours watching the Grey glacier creak and groan as it slowly slithers forward into lago Grey. We had decided to visit the Grey glacier first as part of a trail that forms a "W" through the collection of spectacular valleys in the park. This was the less common way to hike the trail but we were happy to leave the "best" to the end. It is a collection of monolithic granite towers from which the park gets its name. Torres del Pain is a reference to the native name for the towers which means Azul, blue. This is not however the first name the towers have had. In 1878 Lady Florence Dixie, daughter of the seventh marquis of Queensbury explored the region by horse. During a month long expedition they made it to the park region where she named the towers "Cleopatra's needles". Florence Dixie later wrote a book about her time in the region called "Accross Patagonia" (London 1880) which must be quite interesting. I am however a little skeptical that she truely was the first non-native to see the towers as during this time Punta Arenas was already an outpost serving ships crossing from the Atlantic to the Pacific and vice-versa through the strait of Magellanes. However it is those who write about their trips who are remembered! The park is truely a visual smorgasborg of beautiful mountains and glaciers.

Now as I am writing this entry we are one the shores of the Brazo Rico of the Lago Argentino watching and listening to the Perito Moreno Glacier. From here we only have a hint of the massive South Patagonian ice field that connects Perito Moreno to the Grey glacier we saw in the Torres del Paine park in Chile.
With 13 000 square kilometers of ice, it is the third largest collection of fresh water in the world after Greenland and Antarctica.
For us, by bicycle, we had to follow roads. These roads lead us out of Chile and away from the Andes back into the Argentina plains (pampas) and the big open skies. We then proceeded north and turned westward again to find the Los Glaciares National Park at the foot of the Andes. In a week we have rolled in and out of several distinct and very geographically narrow climactic zones. The Andes act as a very large barrier that creates a very effective rain shadow over all the pampas to the east. To us the pampas often seem to have the characteristics of a desert with dried out river beds and little vegetation. Only a few rivers still have water in the summer and our only other source of water is the occasional sheep farming estancia or service station close to the road.
There is however a very narrow band of lush vegetation on the leeward slopes of the mountains. This vegetation is there because of the glaciers that flow east and nourish the lakes such as Lago Argentino.

As a side note we have finally adopted the Argentina ritual of regularly drinking Yerba Mate. The mettal straw (bombilla) and cup (mate) is now part of our cookware. I have a feeling that the thermos is not far behind.

Yesterday we spent so much time watching the glacier that we had a very late start leaving the park (8pm). We decided to go half way back to Calafate and camp near the side of the road. It has been so dry that we did not even have to pitch the tent and it was really nice to fall asleep looking up at the stars. We are also able to break camp very fast this way.
On our way back to Calafate today at about 11:30 a small VW car passed us slowly while filming us with a big video camera. This was a first for us, we often get lots of waves, flashing lights and honking horns to encourage us along and even the occasional picture. But this time we were suprised when the car stopped 100m ahead of us and signaled for us to ride up to an already tripod mounted TV video camera. A very animated animator called Fabian then came up to us mic in hand immediately launched into an interview before Ryan had a chance to catch up. Fabian and the cameraman were very excited that we had just come from the Los Glaciares park. Fabian was fairly easy to understand and we answered his questions in our best spanish possible. At the end of the interview he asked us to make a station call for his program. By the time we had said "you are listening to Te Veo en TV" he was jumping up and down on the road with excitement. I am hopeful that we will soon be on TV for this program out of the Provincial capital of Rio Gallegos. Maybe we can even get a copy.

Our next challenge will be to cross the Andes to the windward west coast back into Chile. We will be trading the strong north-west winds of the pampas for the rain. The path we will take is called the Carreterra Austral, which is a collection of dirt roads and ferry crossings of a few fjords that link together the remote communities of the bottom third of Chile from the Lago O'Higgins to Puerto Montt. This will be a very exciting part of a little-travelled part of Chile since there are no buses. Few backpackers ever make it down this strech.

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February 11, 2004

Punta Arenas to Puerto Natales

After a week of somewhat stressful rest (waiting anxiously for my knee to feel better and trying to find a solution to a back wheel that keeps on breaking spokes) we were able to set out again with a true wheel and a well aligned knee, from Punta Arenas.
Before I describe the trip to Puerto Natales, let me just add that we were invited to a kareoke bar with a fellow resident of our hostel in Punta Arenas 'los tres hermanos'.
He was a architect down for a few days for a contract. He introduced us to interpretive dance kareoke! something I had never seen before. He did an incredible performance to the tune of 'Rock DJ' by Robbie Williams. The fortunate/unfortunate consequence was that is got the whole room of the somewhat seedy bar dancing and kareoke was no longer possible.

On Saturday there was a big Chiloe Islanders cultural festival on Magellanes University grounds with music and food. I am now very excited to visit the Chiloe Island as the food at the festival was very interesting. Many many giant barbeques with several lambs on racks roasting around the fire
There are also giant rolling pins wrapped in a 5cm thick roll of potato flour that were then roasted over the coals. Once cooked, the Chochoca were unwrapped from the rolling pins and filled with chicharones (fried grissly lamb) and served as a sandwich. For cyclists who are burning a lot of calories every day this was a very appetising prospect. We also found Milcao which is very similar but made into patties that are fried in oil but just a little more fatty!

The following night the family who runs the hospidaje where we were staying had a big feast to celebrate the birth of a new boy in the family. So the night before our hopeful early rise to beat the wind, we were up till 1am dancing with the kids and the family in the kitchen. There was no early start.

But there was a start at around 11:30 and we were very pleased to find that a beautiful ribbon of solid concrete links Puerto Natales to Punta Arenas for the entire 250km. On the first night we had to camp in a ditch next to a culvert to avoid the winds that blew in the evening. The second day, after an early start at 6am, we had 3 hours of cycling before the wind was too much. We set up a wind barrier on a fence with a tarp and waited 7 hours for the winds to abate and finish cycling for the day. On the last day after saying goodbye to a very friendly carabineros at Morro Chico (looks like 'Uluru? Ayers rock from afar in the pampas) we cycled the 100 km to Puerto Natales. The Carabineros have been incredibly friendly everywhere in Chile so far and that night they offered that we use the barn as a wind shelter which was great because that night we heard some of the strongest winds which, accentuated by a creaky wooden barn, were scary. The third day was our longest day of riding so far, mostly because it was overcast and for nearly the first time the wind never came.

Ryan, Damien and I are really doing well and it is fantastic to have such a support network with you when you are challenged by the elements and equipment.

We broke three spokes on the back wheel. This is going to be a problem that definitely needs more attention. Wheel spokes were just not designed with a fully loaded tandem bicycle in mind. Currently we are trying to find horse pacing cart wheel spokes which have been described as 'rebar' compared to regular bike spokes.
My knee is feeling better every day and with a few new excercises should hopefully be fine for the rest of the trip (fingers crossed).

As promised in the last entry I am still researching my classroom entry. Tomorrow I am going to meet the rangers at the Torres del Paines National Park. So hopefully I will have a complete story to tell after that.

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February 05, 2004

Saying goodbye to Tierra del Fuego

I will elaborate on this tomorrow. But in the meantime as I get my thoughts in order I wanted to let people know that we did make it from Rio Grande to Porvenir in Chile. Today we finally crossed the Magellan strait and arrived in Punta Arenas after three days of waiting for the ferry. It was actually very relaxing.

A quick summary of what it was like.

Wind wind wind and more wind..... my ears were sometimes ringing at the end of the day.

As mentioned earlier Damien has retained his status as minister of fat. We now never leave any place without at least a pound of butter.

Several ailments have however been identified:
- Cyclosis, the discription given to those cognitive ailments that result from excessive amounts of cycling.
- Spandexia, the severity of the ailment is proportional to the distance of the affected from their bicycle(s).
- Helmetitis, affects those who spend a lot of time with a cycling helment on their head. They are prone to walking into homes and commercial establishments , totally forgetting that they even have a helmet.

Things are really going well as we are well acquainted with our main obstacle.

There are now more pictures in the gallery.

And those of you checking the classrooms section. I am very close to finishing the research on the next challenge. Please check again in a couple of days.

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January 29, 2004

The long road home

When I last wrote it was midday through the first day of riding and everything was going relatively well. Hmmm.... a couple hours later, the aluminium trailer hitches decided to give up and break. So, the rest of the afternoon was spent eating empanadas and devising a plan to rescue the situation. We eventually figured that it would be possible to drill two holes in a piece of steel and have a solution (see pictures) that would no longer have the convenient quick release but would be solid. With all this commotion I barely had a few minutes to talk to Dave German who was off to Antartica with his company that evening and we found our first campsite arrival in the dark, 8km northwest of Ushuaia.
The second day was much nicer with nice climbs and descents among the beautiful mountains of the south of Tierra Del Fuego before crossing the last pass into the flat north of the island. This was the beginning of the dreaded gravel road. We were not totally prepared for the impact this would have on us.
(read very dusty). Let me quote Ryan Parton for the next paragraph: "We climbed our first pass just after lunch, a series of rocky switchbacks that climbed to about 400 metres, although it seemed much higher, and afforded a beautiful view of Lago Fagnano, in the midle of Tierra del Fuego. It was supposed to be a short ride thatday, but we had some trouble finding a spot to camp. By the time we found a campsite we were hungry and out fo water, and completely knackered form cycling nearly twice as far as we'd planned.
The next day was mostly on the same damned rocky road, but this time we were cycling into a steady breeze under a steady drizzle. That drizzle became a torrential downpour by the time we rounded the lake, and we were soaked and cold when we arrived in the town of Tolhuin. At least we found the panaderia (bakery) which seemed to be the favourite hangout for youn and old where we had some amazing empanadas (fried pastries with chicken, meat, or ham and cheese), and where we met some youths who shared with us their mate (like a strong, bitter tea that tastes like hay but surprisingly grows on you)."

That evening we arrived in the Estancia Tepi where we were greeted by a 1 1/2 month old guanaco and some very nice hosts. It was 4km off the road in a very nice and quiet valley. It did not take long to convince ourselves to rest my aching knee and stay an extra day.

The picture says it all! When we set back on the road, we were finally met by the famous winds. They were relentless and sometimes reduced us to a crawl.
Let me quote Damien my tandem partner: "...We have begun to (jokingly)
refer to this as The god Forsaken Island... stupendous winds (on flat paved
road our speed was as low as 5.3km/h)... We arrived at Punta Maria (the closed estancia) totally knackered. There was a
caretaker there who baked us four loafs of bread for 8pesos. MMMMMmmmmm fresh bread. We ate a late lunch of pesto and pasta and bread and dulce de leche (a carmalized condensed milk product which is like the equivalent to peanut butter in Canada) and napped. For dinner we ate almost plain pasta and another loaf of bread. We camped huckfinn style in the barn and left in the mornign after an unsatisfying breakfast of plain bread. We left at 6am to beat the wind and it worked, we got to Rio Grande in no time at all. Early mornings will likely be our savior.

Rio Grande is a funny little flat town. Which on first impression is a little on the ugly flat side of things. But as we rode around looking for the bicicleteria we saw lots of city workers in big insulated coveralls. I want to call it the coverall capital of South America. I'll get a picture soon (mental note)
But they are doing alot of landscaping to try to beautify the town... although maybe a little misguided. The main avenues have some really rough post modern multicoloured roof shapes made of metal tubing. (think expo 86 style gone wrong). The people are however incredibly welcoming and super warm.
We had the three spokes on the back wheel replaced in no time. We also have been having dinner with the family that runs the Club Nautico on the river where we are able to sleep in the loft. You can always count on the sailing or in this case the canoe/kayak community to be friendly. The Paloma fish was excellent.
Today another day of rest, internet and lunch with the bike mechanic Jose Torranza, whom we met at the T del F national Park on the first day. He was great, showing us videos of past mountain bike races and winter triathlons (kayak, bike, run). It is truely a pleasure to share stories with people who are keen to tell you about their little corner of the world. My spanish is improving but my stories are still accompanied by a lot of humms and ahhhh and commo dice?
My comprehension is getting quite good with most people.

So tomorrow we vamos to San Sebastian 80km away to the border and the end of the paved road. Then we are off westward along 150km of unpaved, wind on the nose and very little in between road to Porvernir. Where we will catch the ferry to Puntas Arenas. So you can probably expect another posting in 6-7 days.

Things can only get easier right? Our spirits are up and we are getting along well. FUBAR has for some odd reason been quoted frequently so far "Turn down the suck and turn up the rock" Yo no se porque!

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January 23, 2004

The beginning of a great adventure

Today with a lot of trepidation and excitment we dipped the wheels of the bicycle in the Southern Ocean. The next time these wheels will touch the ocean should be in the Bearing Sea at the mouth of the Mackenzie Delta close to Inuvik. Having a starting ceremony was important to me because it really marks the point at which I am committed to this adventure.
We were then assaulted by three tour buses full of very curious tourists with many questions and who all wanted to have their pictures taken with us. After the 12th group picture I was starting to think that we should charge tourists for the service.

With huge butterflies in my stomach we left Tierra del Fuego National Park and cycled the 30 kilometres that have brought us back through Ushuaia for the last time. Tonight we will be north west of here. After having corked the bottle of champagne, so many little things were floating through my head: will the trailer hitch work out? will my knees give out? does it get any more beautiful than here?
Why are there so many burrs in this park and how did they manage to get stuck on the flags? etc.... But my main thought was that although I worked really hard to get myself here, the real challenge lies ahead. But at the same time the only reason I am here is because of a wonderful circle of support and encouragement that comes from all my friends and family. So, although you are not down here please be sure to know that a little part of you is with me on this adventure. Thank you, thank you, thank you.... ok I promise this is the last time I thank you.

Let me describe Tierra del Fuego National park. Our campsite was on a small island with both arms of the river passing on either side before ending up in the ocean 500m away. It is also right next to the border with the Chilean side of the Island of Tierra del Fego. All of the mountains are spectacular with small glaciers and nieves giving shape and texture to the dark rock of the mountains. For any naturalists interested in visiting, there is a wealth of birds everywhere with all sorts of colours taking advantage of all the wildflowers. I also noticed my first edible plant... the lowly dandylion with nice broad leaves that can make an excellent bitter salad and I also noticed a few honeysuckles. These familiar plants take on a different character in this setting. For example, we have seen very few evergreen trees which was quite a surprise because before coming, my minds eye really anticipated that there would be something resembling Northern BC evergreen trees.

My next email may be several days away! So this is a good time to say "en route moussaillon"

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January 17, 2004

Long flight will quickly feel short

After 48 hours of jumping from airport to airport (Toronto, Santiago and Buenos Aires) we are now in the "farthest city in the world". Ushuaia is truly spectacular and the arrival by plane was amazing. We landed on a tiny runway that juts out into the Beagle Canal.

check out the pictures

As luck would have it my cycling teammate for the Argentinian portion of the trip Damien happend to share a seat on his flight from Dallas to Buenos Aires with another Canuck that is cycling from Ushuaia to Venezuela whom I had been corresponding with. So for the moment there are three canucks cycling together.

Ushuaia is fantastic but you certainly get the sense that it is changing fast. The growth in the Antarctic cruise tourism industry is leaving its mark. There is a fair amount fo new construction and there are quite a few stores in town that obviously cater to the odd and tacky tastes of cruise ship passengers.
I am really excited and apprehencive about being here. On the one hand we are already planning to scramble up a local mountain for an overnight hiking trip, but at the same time I am slowly coming to terms witht the end of easy jet-set travelling. From here on I will have to earn every kilometer of the way back to Vancouver and onward to Inuvik.

But it will be great. I would like to take this chance to thank all of you who supported me during the preparation for this expedition. I had a dream, but it would never have evolved this far without all the support and enthusiastic responce you have given me. I hope that I will be able to entertain you with the regular updating of this website with entries and new photographs.

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January 12, 2004

Finding our way in Cuba


After much anticipation, the country that really started me off on the idea of cycling through Latin America finally appeared through the window in the plane. As usual the most challenging of taxi rides in any country is the one from the airport to the city. This was no exception and we had the extra element of having to find someone who would put the tandem bike box on the roof. For a few extra Dollars people get really creative and the biggest challenge was only trying to understand the driver's spanish. At first the spanish lessons felt really distant and I was quit rusty. Luckly Tania is really talented with language and seemed to put a sentance together with relative ease.

The purpose of this trip was to test all the equipment in a place that would simulate the rest of the expedition. It was a real good exercise to tour for several days in a row and remember that 4-5 hours on the saddle is pretty tireing. Very quickly our main focus shifted to finding food and eating as much of it as possible. It is nice to be able to eat to your hearts content and know that you are going to burn every last calorie, but at the same time I felt haunted by a constant desire to secure enough calories for the next 2 hours. After a few days we were more in tune with our needs and were able to stock up on snacks throughout the day.

Cuba is very beautiful, the people that I met were all very friendly, engaging and increadibly generous with their patience letting me stumble my way through broken spanish sentances.

My only complaint is that the few trucks that there are. And there are not many, can belch out a pretty knarly plume of smoke from the exhaust. When the muffler is pointed to the right it feels like you are getting fumigated.

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