To paraphrase Dr Seuss; don’t be sad that it is over, be happy that it happened. I’ve deliberated substituted cry for sad and smile for happy. It’s not the physical action, it’s the emotion that I cling to. The photo above has me looking like a dishevelled Fonz, I’m only missing the double thumbs up. As […]
Upon leaving Chilecito I followed ruta 40 north through more inhospitable land, passing Londres (yes London) amongst other places. The Argentine version is somewhat smaller than the English one. One particular desolate valley showed up on my map as being part of the 2014 Dakar rally. Thankfully I had a gorgeous tailwind so was soon across […]
The five year old boy who rode out of Watford ten months ago didn’t have a clue about what was in front of him. He knew he just had to pedal, enjoy the glint of an English summer, drying his tears as he went. The built up emotion of packing his life away into a […]
I left Mendoza by the back door. I did something I have a phobia against, I went back the way I came. Mainly to avoid a climb up to 3,000m. Heading south out of Mendoza, I picked up Ruta 7 which climbs to Uspallata via Potrerillos. At Uspallata you can go west across to Chile. […]
I haven’t written for a while. The reason is I’ve wanted to give up. I’ve felt like it’s too much. It’s no fun, I am not enjoying it. I had written several posts back in March about how hard I was finding it, how the elements were grinding me down. I realised then why so […]
I left Loncopué and headed out on the ripio to El Hueco and El Cholar before taking a break in Chos Malal. I then took the road less travelled via Laguna Trumen and down to Barancas. From there I went via Bardas Blancas on to Malargue. Passing through El Sosneado I took what is sign posted as […]
The time since the last post, El Agua es Vida, has been yet another tale of woe. I’m not going to regale it at length once more. It’s too much for me and more than likely, for you. In Summary; Items to fail over a 3 day period:- Tyre – One with sidewall ripped, patched at […]
After a couple of days rest in the town of Loncopué I left on a Monday morning. As I pedaled up the hill out of town there was no power in my legs. Sometimes after a rest it’s hard to get going again, I’m not sure if it is partly mental, but your body has shut down for […]
I had got in to a bit of a funk back in San Martin de los Andes. I didn’t quite limp into the town but arrived deflated, devoid of enthusiasm and energy with a unusual soreness on my right knee. Before arriving I had decided to have at least a day off. This despite only having riden two days […]
Leaving San Martin de los Andes, I continued on Ruta 40 until Junin de los Andes. Then heading directly north towards Alumine. Following the Rio Alumine all the way up to the Lago of the same name. At the Lago I headed for Pino Hachado right by the border with Chile before descending back to the dry Pampa […]