1 My very first ride on the Falcon
and I was nearly squished by a rogue farmer in nominal control of his steering wheel. I was desperate to avoid such an early death...

2 The 'crash' on Tierra del Fuego
was the lowest speed crash of all time.

3 Dropping the bike in Bahia Blanca and again on Tierra del Fuego
was more shaming than scary. Oh! wounded pride!

4 The wind,
every single bloody day from Florianopolis the first time round to Sarmiento exactly one month later I thought the wind, or the draft from a truck, would have me over. Such a drama queen.

5 Losing my passport
(or at least, thinking I had, minutes before the flight home took off. D'oh!

6 Being overtaken by a Renault Twingo
... I was scared that somebody I knew might see me.

7 100's of miles from anywhere
with no petrol.

8 First moments riding in Argentina
and realising that the local truckers could see my Brazilian numberplate.

9 Riding blind at high speed on Tierra del Fuego
on the worst roads I'd seen, with petrol running low, night closing in, the bike playing up, a long, long way from home...

10 One last crazy Argentine driver
overtaking on a blind corner when I'm already doing twice the speed limit.

Did you notice? No 'scares' caused by *people* (except that bl@*dy driver). Crime is an issue in much of the continent, as everywhere, but it passed me by.