The Leaving Party

The Leaving Party

Party and the off

We're off again on our travels!!!
After months of thinking about it, formulating the plan, booking our flights and last minute packing we were in need of a farewell party with a fine mix of Tod harriers, Calderdale tri club members and West Mount Vets staff. The theme was Heros and Villains, creating a good opportunity to get the fancy dress box out. Mr and Mrs Incredible hosted the party with fine attendences from Dangermouse, Trinity, Bonnie and Clyde, Calamity Jane and Wyatt Earp (or was it Woody from Toy Story), Number 1, Santa, The one and only miniture hero and may more.
Two weeks since the party now and our Bikes and bags are packed. A marathon has been run and we are ready to go......

Friday 23 December 2011

The Thin White Line

Tuesday 20th December 2011. 54.3 miles

After a nice couple of days off the bike, we are now back on the road. The plan seemed good and we headed off along Route 40. There was another side route which we could have taken and probably had quieter roads, but the extra miles were less attractive so we opted for the quickest route. Regardless of this decision one thing was certain, the head wind was very strong.
The road was to prove to be very busy to begin with and it wasn´t till we got about half way it quietened down (partly due to it being siesta time). We had started on a 4 lane highway with a hard shoulder to a 2 lane highway with only a 6 inch white line to follow and a gravel hard shoulder to escape to if needed. Thankfully most of the Argentinian drivers give you plenty of room as and when they can. So we had no nasty experiences over the 54 miles.
After four and a half hours of pedalling we were hot and bothered and eager to find a place to camp and as luck had it we had just arrived at a border control. Sarah asked if it was possible camp here and the border guy seemed very happy for us to pitch camp under some trees. Perfect! The only problem, no facilities, but as luck has had it we had filled to 2 litre coca cola bottles with water at a stop with the knowledge that we may be rough camping. It was such a good idea, but for one thing. The sun had warmed it so much it was only just bearable, we reckoned that it must of been close to 60degC! Once clean we ate and I ventured off to dig a loo with my trusty ´I POOED´ (no head phone jack though).

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