In January 2018 I quit my job, loaded up my motorcycle and set off on the long road south. One year, 16 countries and 23,000 miles later I’d meandered my way down the length of the Americas and arrived at the end of the world - Ushuaia, Argentina.
In January 2018 I quit my job, loaded up my motorcycle and set off on the long road south. One year, 16 countries and 23,000 miles later I’d meandered my way down the length of the Americas and arrived at the end of the world - Ushuaia, Argentina.
