4. Feb, 2017

04.02.17 Rio Gallegos, Argentina to Puerto San Julian, Argentina

Leaving alone this morning felt a bit strange after having ridden and been with Patrick for quite a while.  We missed his French craziness today!  He’s a day ahead of us now, so we may not cross paths again until we reach Buenos Aires, where we shall both be trying to arrange air freight for our bikes.


Along the way today we stopped at an area that was a succession of extinct volcanoes, which was very interesting.  Apparently at the area’s deepest point, it is 107 metres below sea level- the lowest point in Argentina, and the 7th lowest point in the world.  As you can imagine the land was very barren.


Patrick hasn’t forgotten us though, as when we arrived at the hotel this afternoon (the same one as on our way down to Ushuaia), the owner informed us that Patrick had paid for two drinks behind the bar for us tonight- what a great guy.


Troy and Tracy should be arriving in Ushuaia today, and will hopefully be enjoying the euphoria of reaching the end of the road, just as we were this time last week.  Quite a few of the motorcycle travellers that we have either met, or been in touch with during our time travelling, are nearing, or have reached Ushuaia recently, although in contrast there are several that are still way back in Guatemala, or Nicaragua in Central America!


It’s so interesting, the various ways that people plan and enjoy their journies.  How one person’s idyllic end to the day is to pull off the road, find a great spot and wild camp, whilst watching the sun going down and drinking tea- and another’s is to ensure a hot shower, warm food and maybe getting some laundry clean.  We talk regularly with other travellers about how there is no right or wrong way to make your trip, how there should be no regrets, your trip is your trip.  In these days of social media, it can be very easy, particularly if our day has been difficult to think ‘oh, those people are having the time of their lives- why didn’t we go there’, but it’s been great to find out that in reality, each one of us faces the same challenges, be it the weather,the endless border crossings, the changes of culture, the language barrier, finding food to suit you, getting used to the ever changing currency and exchange rates.  It would appear that just like for us, for everyone else as well, some days these things are not a problem, and some they seem like an insurmountable hurdle.  All part of travelling and adapting.  No, we wouldn’t change a thing, not even Paul being ill, as it taught us the utter kindness of strangers, in lands where people in the next country will tell you- ‘they’re bad- they’ll steal all your money’.  We never found a grain of truth in this anywhere.  

As you can probably tell, this is becoming a time for reflection, at last a time to think about a fraction of what we’ve done, and seen.