By Blog.Admin
No pink sports jackets with rolled up sleeves. Nor is there a carrot topped, sunglass sporting detective with a propensity for tilting his head when he speaks. I"m just passing through Miami en route to Buenos Aires. My vice is ice - Big Ice.
By the time I arrive in Ushuaia in the late evening of Friday 13th, I'll have been on the road for 36 hours. Does it always have to be that way? No...I could have done it in under 30 hours.