ADV Americas Ride Photo Gallery
Years of day-dreaming and here I was totally excited, wondering what adventures lay ahead as I 'Rock and Rolled' to Rio de Janeiro.
See photos of an epic adventure across the Americas ride, as Danny Morris rides from L.A. to Mexico then all the way to the Guatemalan Border. Read the full story in his ride report:
ADV Americas Ride - LA to Mexico
Hanging-out with Jim in Encinitas before we pack the bags, start the bikes and head towards the Mexican border.
A super hot day, an exhilarating ride, but feeling relaxed to cross the border unscathed and stoked Jim had got me to Ensenada.
Enjoying the empty highway through Baja, with loud 'Whoops of Joy' I felt alive with the freedom my journey presented.
El Scorchio sunshine, open desert roads, but who wouldn't forgive a man wanting a fresh fish taco and a cold beer for lunch.
Avoiding canine teeth marks, searching for a spare fuel container and de-coding the vendors scream - "Good Luck, Crazy!"
Loving the highway, the solitude, the distances, the dry arid landscapes and a motorcycle shadow chasing the sunset.
Hanging-out with a bunch of cool guys in Catavina, too bad their wives wouldn't let them take this trip.
What?? Dublin to Cape Town, Buenos Aires to Alaska, Japan to Dublin on bicycles - now who's the crazy one?
After days of desert heat you can't beat an ice-cream and Coca-Cola fix. The locals looked happy, maybe the first-sale of the day.
Does life get any better wearing a Dylan Triumph Tee, riding a Honda XR in Baja and knowing each day you are rolling to Rio?
La Paz, I made it. The temperature almost killed me and the thought of heading home was nearly decided by the toss of a coin.
La Paz to Mazatlan on the ferry drinking cold beers, watching the Simpsons and drinking copious amounts of cold beer.
I opted against a beach hammock at the blue hotel, the locals convinced me the sea had changed shape after the Japanese Tsunami.
Taking a breather on an old wrecker, wondering what color and state I would be in by the time I reached Copacabana.
The children were always curious when I pulled into small towns, often you felt like a Martian that landed from outer space.
Gold-toothed Champerico, Guatemala. My Red and Yellow hotel in the background secured for a night after haggling with Mexican currency for a room and food.
Guatemalan dogs on the loose, this one catching its breath and judging by its skinny frame - it could have been its last. Does anyone feed these suckers?
Time for a re-fuel at the Esso gas station high in the colonial village of Antigua. The local massage, coffee and chocolate cake helped me to rebuild my stamina.
Crossing the border into El Salvador; after riding all day in the intense heat and sweating my heart out, I began to smell like fresh cheese.
Our first day in Honduras after the previous night’s Salvadorian border showdown. Thank the Lordy-Lord Deya delivered us from the hands of evil with her Spanish.
Hanging with the guys during a little rest from the day’s heat, followed by the winds coming off Lake Nicaragua - it was time for a Kodak moment.
Our last morning before Coast-Rica. Brian & Deya are a super cool couple, they ride across the USA mid-2012 back to Canada - please look after them on their last leg.
I made it - Panama! Ready for a few days to relax and contemplate whether to fly to Ecuador or sail to Colombia. It was never a difficult decision.
Stopping for a sugar fix with rain clouds overhead. Loving the freedom this trip opened-up, the Cantina far removed from the London coffee shops.
The heavens opened; I neglected my sugar fix and just sat back with a cold Balboa beer (my throat was dryer than Gandhi's flip-flop) and waited for the road rivers to subside.
It felt cool to be pushing along the final stretch of the Pan-American into Panama, just in front of a rain storm with LA thousands of miles behind in the distance.
Overlooking Panama City, it felt like quite the achievement to arrive in one piece after weeks on the road and I looked forward to a few days out of the saddle.
The Panama Canal in full operation; what a perfect feat of 21st Century engineering to watch this huge container ship pass-by like a toy, with military precision.
I sat holding the Honda up as we speed across the ocean towards the yacht, ready to winch her up onto the deck and get her secure before the trip to Colombia.
The local Kuna tribe cooked-up the perfect feast of BBQ fish and rice, which we washed down with cold beers, sitting alongside the Captain and passengers of the Esmeralda.
The Kuna Kids enjoyed coming aboard the yacht for a look around. The Three Amigos were happy to saddle-up on deck and head-out onto the open seas.
Taking time to snorkel and bake on the beaches of the San Blas Islands, though always with one eye on the yacht and bike to make sure they were still afloat.
Perfect days and evenings sailing from Panama to Colombia, the whole experience just 'Rocked' and beat the hell out of flying direct to Ecuador.
Hanging-out in Cartagena, Colombia, picking-up fresh oil and filters and preparing for the ride south toward Ecuador.
Overlooking Medellin; it was a super ride through the mountains to reach this city and after a Police escort I found a room for the night.
The intense heat of Colombia made it necessary to stop for supplies often - these pineapples were a life saver.
Colombia was a real highlight of the trip with its fresh green country and beautiful mountain roads.
My last dash across Colombia before finally pulling into Ecuador. I was pretty excited that the Galapagos were getting closer.
Hanging-out with fellow travelers, over-looking the Sierra Negra Volcano at the beautiful Galapagos Islands.
Darwin had his theory of evolution of the species, but after a few days watching the tortoises in motion - I developed my own theory.
It was just another Kodak moment. It felt great to cross the Equator on my way south to Peru.
After a spill and eight stitches, it felt good to relax for a few days at the village of Chunchi, high in the Andes of Ecuador.
Looking down into the distance, the clouds of civilization sitting so low. It was hard to get a breath - but boy, what a feeling of bliss.
It was a long days ride, but I felt a real spirit of adventure as I crossed the border into Peru; Machu-Picchu was getting very close.
The desert roads of Peru seemed rather lonely some days, but they were awesome to ride and, looking back, I would ride it all again.
The first time I came across LIama they were scattering across the road in front - but is there any better animal to define a border?
After days, hours, miles riding from Pisco toward Peru, I could only jump for joy at the beautiful panoramic that stretched-out in front of me.
I loved the view so much that in the midst of a beautiful day's ride, I decided to pause to warm my 'Fanny' on the front mudguard.
After a cold nights stay in Ocros, it felt good to be hot-footing my way to Cusco to see Machu-Picchu.
I wondered if the bike would hold together after the ride into Ocros, the roads were crazy. The bike and myself were physically shot!
I spent hours riding along the craziest roads in the world with slippery gravel and steep drop-offs - I was exhausted from the concentration it took to stay safe.
It's always good to catch your breath for a few minutes in the Andes and if a cattle train is coming through - you gotta let them go.
It was good to pass through towns and see everyday people. Look at this cutie - I promise I didn't kiss her teeth out.
Getting closer and closer to Cusco, but pulled in for a breather, de-dust and chat with the local police controlling the road to Abancay.
I made it after years and years of dreaming - finally I got to ride my motorbike to Cusco and visit the stunning views of Machu-Picchu.
Street celebrations and party time as locals celebrated 100 years since the discovery of Machu-Picchu. Bare legs and pink skirts - you got me.
Heading south through Peru, the desert fog gave me the absolute jitters riding from beautiful sunshine into 'creepsville.'
Chile; my 12th country was right before me and I was really looking forward to riding across this slither of a country.
Looking somewhat refreshed after weeks of riding and a buckled hand, I was ready to get to Arica for breakfast and coffee.
The roads through Northern Chile crossed over the rolling desert hills; road surface was perfect and the distances were just awesome.
Somedays I met people and hung-out and drank beers, some days I just spent hours and hours chasing the desert, just the bike, myself and my shadow.
After hours limping across the desert, a laughing Policeman, coffee and biscuits - I finally made the town that sold moonshine for the tank.
You have to put a cemetery somewhere right? It just seemed weird next to the Highway. Remind me not to be buried in Chile.
It was a great days ride. Though I lost the sunshine and it began to cool, I followed the wave-scape alongside the ocean for hours and hours.
Some 70 km South of Antofagasta. It felt great to pull-up alongside the famous 'Hand of the Desert' in the heart of the Atacama.
1284 km South to Santiago; it was just the beginning of miles and miles of dry, empty desert roads.
There are lots of quaint towns the further South you push through Chile. The climate was noticeably changing around me and getting much, much cooler.
Looking for a place to stay for the evening, I pulled into La Serena on the coast of Chile and watched the sunset burn the light from the sky.
A brighter days ride, but still cooling and fresh. I wore lots of under clothes to keep warm as we head along the Chile coast to Santiago.
Always good to see the Pan-American Highway sign. It's taken years of dreaming and is great to actually be riding my dream.
I lost the desert, the climate dropped further and the Pacific was beautiful as I pushed south into Santiago.
Overlooking Santiago. Air pollution was pretty bad after weeks of riding through desert and the Andes mountain range.
I got the green light to cross Argentina's border along one of the coolest, windiest roads ever ridden.
Fingers blue, nose blue, toes blue I cross over into Argentina and grab hot food and drinks to put life back in the bones.
Aconcagua, the tallest mountain in the Americas standing 6,959m high in the Andes mountain range. Fingers were blue taking the shot.
It felt great to pass through the icy roads, past the crazy drivers and descend back towards warmer climates as I headed towards Mendoza.
Heading towards Buenos Aires the roads were flat; I lost the mountains and traced the road along a tree lined highway.
After planning on passing Pergamino, the gear-shift came loose and I free-wheeled to the mechanics door-step for coffee and a fix-up.
Wine, beers and sandwiches at the Pergamino Deli. I went back for tasty supplies before pushing towards Buenos Aires.
Hanging with an old school friend in BA. We reminisced about the old school days over wine and super, tasty steaks.
A few nights painting the town red in BA, here with friends watching the locals Tango.
Days of riding through heavy rain and I get a break as I push North through Uruguay and work my way out of Montevideo.
The skies began to warm as I pushed north towards Brazil and the sunsets just left me breathless.
Yeeee-Haaa! Overjoyed at crossing my 15th border and out of this world knowing I really am rolling to Rio.
This family cooked a beautiful Brazilian meal and supplied me with gas at their restaurant even though I had the incorrect currency.
Taking the chopper above Iguassu Falls which divides the beautiful countries Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina.
Taking the tourist trail right into the heart of the waterfall, soaked to the bone and refreshed to the core.
Heading back towards Curitiba and the countershaft splines sheered, with luck a pick-up truck takes me to Matelandia.
Within one hour of breaking down I find myself sitting at a local farm with other bikers and my friends, the hotel owners, for a traditional Brazilian BBQ.
The mechanic set to straight to work, the bike was stripped and the new part ordered from Argentina. Things were looking brighter.
Hanging with John and the mechanic. They really helped pick me up and get me back on my way; I owe them a lot of thanks.
Saying goodbye to John and his wife. Hotel Faeli Rocks, so if you ever head that way, drop in and say hello.
After a long ride to Sao Paulo I meet-up with Fabiano. We head out, grab beers and taste the best pizza in town.
Pushing north to see friends. The smell of sugar-cain is beautiful and the temperature is rising after days of rain and cold in Santiago.
Hanging out with Georgia in Ipameri. The family and village took me straight back to my home in Nottinghamshire, UK.
Ipameri looked after me, the hospitality was superb, the pool, the BBQ, the people and the friends I made - it rocked!
It was a super feeling to finally have Rio de Janeiro in my sights after months on the road.
Yeee-Haaa - I made it!! Copacabana Beach - 15 countries, 15 weeks riding 15,000 miles and now for a large Caipirinha to celebrate.
Standing at the side of the best party beach in the world - what more can I say, other than I really love Rio!
Sightseeing on the bike I just rode from LA, here enjoying the sunshine with Sugarloaf Mountain as the backdrop.
After riding back to Sao Paulo the bike was polished, covered in WD40 and looked like she had just come from the dealership, not L.A.
Scaling the heights to the Christ Statue and looking back over this glorious city basked in sunshine.
Sugarloaf Mountain, Copacabana Beach - I felt over the moon knowing how far I had ridden to reach Rio.
A motorcycle trip that I dreamt about for many years and a deep feeling of bliss to turn the dream into a reality.
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