Emerging from hibernation: tears, blood, marriage proposals, an involuntary ice bath, police search and… a confession!

My friend thinks I’m a lot like a bear. All I do is eat, sleep and, when the weather is good, frolic in the sun drenched meadows. I’d say I’m more like this:

From the beginning

I’m closing in on 2000km of my 30000km stroll across the globe. I say stroll because I’ve progressed about half of where I thought I’d be by now. But damn… warm houses, conversations, hot food and modern comforts…

Last time we spoke

I copped an injury coming out of winter and had to stop for two months with the odd mountain, kayak, marble cave, glacier, whale and dentist thrown in. Now, back in the gauntlet, a few things have become obvious: I had to loosen my waste belt, was quivering under the weight of my pack and needed to add an extension (hours) to my ETA to campsites!

I will say this. The first leg back in was pretty random… Even for me… And I think it’s fair to say I own random.

The weather

In the mornings I stop to eat a pastry (my second one) and drink hot chocolate. I have to brush off the frost that has settled on my pack to pull out my thermos.

Thought those days were behind me.

By lunch I’m ready for a cheese heavy sandwich and juice you can make using packets of surprisingly authentic powder.

The heat is souring yet water sources are lined with sheets of ice which is great for the juice… Not great when I took a shortcut into the middle of a floodplain and had to trudge my way through 3km of skin burning, ice bath hell.

By the time numbness kicked in it was actually kind of fun.

In the afternoon the heat picks up so much I copped sunstroke and windburn… And start to worry about running out of water. Needn’t have:


Some nights, I don’t need my sleeping bag. Some nights, it snows.

I took a day off… until I received a storm warning that had me flee to a rather delightful abandoned shelter.

The next day: Clear, still and sunny: blisters a bloody mess.

A tiny town with a big (sometimes misplaced) heart

I stopped in at Alto Rio Senguer for a day to restock and chat to some locals.

The man at the grocery shop gives me my next week supplies!

The community hall where everyone hangs out has free WiFi and an awesome atmosphere.

I meet a 7 year old girl who chats to me without an Argentinian accent (makes it a lot easier!) and then lectures me about being single and tells me how great her dad is.

I mistake her dad for her brother.

The temperature turns below zero and it starts to snow (go figure) I take refuge in the petrol station and recharge my electronics. The man behind the counter gives me lunch (empanadas made by his brothers wife 😍)!

I consider staying longer.

Then, the night before I leave, a man calls out to my tent. I wake up, find my torch, try and remember some Spanish.

It’s the father-not-brother.

He tells me his daughter told his mother about me…. and that I was camping. His mother got mad and made him look for me to invite me to stay!

It’s midnight.

I say thanks but that I have to get up early to leave. After some negotiating he gives up and shakes my hand (odd). His hand is ice cold. Turns out it took him over an hour of searching to find me.

Fear of mother is a real thing here.

Shonky distance estimates

I continue on.

At 7am I spot a landmark I guess is an hour or so away (I’m usually pretty good at that). I drink my hot chocolate (yeah it’s an addiction) and walk all day trying to reach it. I even walk a few more hours past my planned campsite before I give up. The next day, more than 24 hours later, I reach it… at lunchtime.

I also reach an estancia with a chick so awesome I want to stay.

She works a sheep farm with her brothers, handles the working dogs like they’re an extension to her body, can whistle like a boss and has a sense of humour that has me in stitches.

We chat for two hours and she gives me a massive bag of nuts to continue my walk… This is a big deal because nuts are impossible to buy here. She bought them in the north!

I’m so happy I pick this as my favourite walking day… and oddly the ice bath day as well.

My body

The heat and wind tear shreds off my lips. As an old farmer tells me, my lips look as dry as a chooks bum. #wtf?!

It turns out my stomach isn’t the only thing that softened over winter. The blisters on my feet (one in particular) are so outrageous I’ll link you to photos to spare anyone with medically sensitive eyes.

I end up walking in hour intervals to manage the general all over my-feet-are-pathetic pain.

…and the winter cushioning I mentioned, drips away with every kilometre. I loose at least 5kg before the next town… and worryingly lose my appetite entirely… 2 weeks on.

I wonder if I’m terminal…or have worms. Not sure yet. I’ll let you know.

My equipment

With my replacement gear I started off equipped and feeling like a pro.

On the first night I blow up my sleeping mat and cop a mouthful of mould spores and discover a similar situation with the cap of my Nalgene.

No idea if it’s fixable (?)… One thing’s for sure, my sleeping mat isn’t pleasant to inflate or deflate.

I clean the Nalgene.

I have 6 gear-related melt downs:

1. I thought I broke my backpack – Aarn (the dude who makes them) reassures me it’s ok. It’s ok.

2. I thought I lost my spoon – I love that spoon. It’s one of those Sea to Summit spoons with a long handle so you don’t burn yourself cooking… and more importantly, reach the bottom of food bags!… A day later I found it where it was meant to be.

3. I lost a tent peg. Really. So annoying.

4. My new shoes begin to fall apart and cause heal blisters. I write to the manufacturer. They don’t write back. I can’t buy another pair for another 200kms. Daggers. #GorillaTape really does fix everything. #MacGyver-ing

5. I run low on stove fuel and can’t buy more for another 200kms – so I learn how to service my stove and consider buying kerosene (probably a good thing to learn).

6. I tear a hole in an awkward place of my new tights (BlackMilk for those in the cult) the same way I did the last pair… Jumping over barbed wire fences. Barbed wire: expensive, superfluous and the bane.of.my.existence.


On occasions I have short romantic(less) interludes that go something like:

A man passes me in a Ute. He stops. Pauses to think. Laps back past. Returns and begins to 20/20 me.

I can only imagine these fringing-60-year-old-men are thinking. But what ever it is, I can’t help but think it is with the enthusiasm of Doug the dog from the film “Up”.

We talk. He cannot understand how or why I am single and alone. Or why I don’t want to get in his car and travel off in the wrong direction to his farm.

… to live happily ever after.

But I can assure you we are both as baffled as each other by the end of the conversation.

Continuing on:

A stone throw from the town I’m aiming for I’m stopped by the police.

Thrilled because I think they might give me a coffee (wrong country)… I realise, when they close the door behind me that they want to search me. Oh god.

I change my strategy. Full of smiles and jokes I try:

Are.you.sure.you.want.to.go.through.my.pack?! I’ve been walking for a week. It’s alllllll bad. Really really bad.

Humourless death stares in reply I take poetic justice in their disgust of my week old everything, including my leave-no-traces rubbish bag… Which I kindly leave with them.

After they’ve opened everything, muddled it all in a pile of disorder that hurts my strategically attuned packing brain, they ask me if I smoke weed.

That question earlier could have saved us all a lot of time and a monumental sculpture of crusty underwear entwined in half-rotten rubbish and a toe curling stench.

I give them a humourless no, repack, and hobble off with my crippling blister towards anything consumable while I order something impressively oversized to fatten up on… In this case two steaks, a salad, mash potatoes, a mountain of chips and unsurprisingly, a chocolate milk. I drink it with three croissants while I wait for lunch.

The chef falls in love with me.

Campsite of awesomeness

The Municipal Camping has hot showers long enough for me to remove my strapping tape residue, wash my hair, soothe my blister, wrinkle my skin (love that), and… shave my legs for the first time since December! Yep.

I find a weather protected position – i.e. the caretaker lets me sleep in the BBQ house on a real mattress with power, light and all the things I could dream of!

I rest for 4 days – practice my Spanish with them while they offer me food, and seek out WiFi throughout the town.

I find it.

I head to the local restaurant / petrol station where the kindest people welcome me in, feed me delightful sweet everything and bring me flat whites while I use their computer and Internet!!


Then the owner tells me he’s a lawyer and to contact him when I have problems. Oh.

Hopefully that’s not a jinx!

A confession:

Wondering why so many people stop to chat when I’m on the road?

It doesn’t take long for Truckies and commuters to toot their horn when they see me, wave, blow me kisses and sometimes stop for a chat or to give me chocolate – seriously, I nearly cry!

Then one lonely week I spent little time near roads, there wasn’t much traffic when I was by the road and noone stopped, honked or waved. No kisses. No chocolate… nothing.

A lady I met said it was a shame there wasn’t a way of letting the community know I’m coming. Which got me thinking…

What if I placed a Facebook ad asking people to say hi? #BOOM

Next up:

A town called Esquel. It’s massive (by my standards). I’ll be walking shorter days (bliss) and I’ll cross my 2000km milestone.

I’ll also buy new shoes, a tent peg and stove fuel 🙌

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2. Restaurant of dreams

In the next town is a restaurant I have been walking towards for months. It’s meant to be the bees knees (Does anyone even know what that saying means? Do bees have knees?). 🐝

Now you know how much I eat (without an apatite) you can help offset my bill here.

Oh god I hope they have apple pie! 🍏

But best of all,

3. Keep on reading!

Thanks for all your support – without it I’d be crying on the side of a road to a fringing-60-year-old-man about my blisters… And nobody wants that (except Doug).

See you out there,




  1. So proud of you GF. Why don’t you learn 1 x word of Spanish a day and B4 ya know it you will be able to get by with a bit of lingo

    • Now I can recharge my phone again, I have audio classes I’m listening to while I walk. Let’s hope I improve quickly!!!

  2. Love the fact you haven’t lost your sense of humour, Lucy. Your pre-lunch had me LOL. Are you still thinking about getting a dog? How much does your backpack weigh now? Did you find a good dentist? And also, would you be able to provide a link to your sponsors for people who would like to send them a message saying what you’re doing is amazing and hope they keep chipping in for another 28,000km. I look forward to your next blog.

    • Hi Colin! Yes, I’m still thinking about it but I need to work out the whole extra food situation because my pack still weighs about 30kg sometimes more which is half my weight already!!!

      Yes! I was very lucky and found an excellent dentist!

      And yes! Good point! I’ll put together a list of Sponsors / supporters on my site this weekend

      Thanks for all your encouragement!!


  3. Love your posts Lucy! Those blisters – ouch… Agree about the link to sponsors… let us tell them what an amazing thing you’re doing – and doing it so well! Travel onwards 🙂

  4. Keep it up Lucy. We are all following your journey. We updated the entire Environmental Geoscience Division on your progress at our last Team Brief. Very inspiring….what an adventure!

    • REALLY!!! That’s awesome!

      – I miss the whole crew! I really hope everyone is doing well!!!

  5. One time when I got searched the police got suspicious of my disinfectant iodine and decided to drink it to make sure it wasn’t something illegal. “No no don’t do that!” I said.

    • I love how their solution to suspicious drugs, is to participate in drug use!?!?!?

      “Hands on” staff! Haha

  6. What an amazing job you’re doing! I love following your crazy journey. My only feedback is … is there any way to update a bit more regularly than once a month or so? Even shorter posts? I understand internet is the worst and you’re often in isolated areas, but if there was a way to blog more often that would be ace!

    Go you good thing!

    • Ah yessssssssss I get asked that a lot! It’s tough because I have so much to do with scheduling social media and planning routes and fixing problems etc etc… But I am working on something a little different this weekend

  7. Lucy, Another fantastically written update on your adventures. I hope the blister becomes a healthy toe again soon! You mention not being where you’d thought you would…it seems that your delays with people along the way are as much about this journey as the getting there part is! So many experiences with wonderful people along the way. These memories will keep you warm and smiling on the lonely days perhaps? Big HugZ, Much Love and Admiration Kimmi @GypZyGyrl

  8. Just saw you on ABC News! You are totes inspiring and on such an incredible journey. Can’t stop reading about your expedition. Stay safe and thanks for being awesome.

  9. Hi Lucy, Keep it up! You’re doing great. A quick question about gear – after examining your pictures I see you have loads of gear that we sell in our humble little shop in Sydney, eg Aarn pack, BD poles, La Sportiva shoes etc. I was wondering if by any chance you bought some of your stuff at Trek & Travel? If so, we’re glad we could help. If not, see you next time!

  10. I’m loving reading your posts Lucy. What an adventure!!

  11. You are brave and inspirational from Trevor 81 years old. Hang in there and keep going. I am in Queensland

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