9. Feb, 2017

09.02.17 Balneario del Condor, Argentina (East Coast).

We only rode a short way yesterday, just 130 miles along Ruta 3, and then took an 18 mile detour to the coast.

 

We had been told that Balneario del Condor is a good resting spot, a remote kind of beach side town with a good promenade, and apparently the largest colony of parrots in the world (I’m not convinced of that- we’ve only seen a few parakeets hanging about in the trees!).  It’s very nice though, with dark sandy beaches full of people swimming and enjoying the sun.

 

We took a good walk along the promenade to visit the supermarket, and we have a peaceful little apartment, just right for recharging our batteries for a couple of nights.

 

Buenos Aires is getting closer, Patrick, our French American pal, is a day ahead of us, but says he will still be in Bahia Blanca tomorrow night where we are booked in.  It’s a very strange feeling, we seem to be marking time in a way we haven’t before.  We don’t want to arrive too early in Buenos Aires, as we are booked at the airport hotel for a couple of nights from Sunday, and we don’t want to have to park our bike in the huge car park for too long, where it may be vulnerable.  

 

We are currently arranging with Dakar Motos, who are based in the city, to air freight the bike back to Heathrow airport, where Moto Freight, the company we used to air freight the bike to New York, will collect and unpack it for us.  They require us to be in town four days before the bike flies.  There is also the necessity to set up payment in advance through our bank, in US Dollars. So there’s lots to think about.  We have been told we are not allowed to send anything with the bike that does not relate to the bike, so we must remove our sleeping bags, all clothing, first aid kit, anything flammable and all electronics.  We shall have to carry these with us on the plane instead.

 

Our thoughts are really turning to home now, and the list is growing daily of ‘things to do’- one priority is to get to the dentist, Paul broke a filling on the plane on the way to New York, and I broke mine a few weeks later.  Whilst neither gave pain for very long, it’s definitely important to get these seen to by our dentist. So, to the practical things of daily life, and oh! the utter joy of having my own washing machine that I can use whenever I want will be astounding.  Whilst writing, I imagine that the appreciation of the little things like that, that I would normally take for granted, would stay with me, but no doubt, in two weeks, I’ll give it no thought at all.

 

We also look forward to making familiar choices of ingredients for cooking, to eat better, and more healthily than we’ve been able to for months.  Paul, as you know, in particular is looking forward to ‘real ham’.


But the real joy will be in seeing our family and friends after all this time.  Oddly, because of social media and the internet, we have never felt that far away, and it is wonderful to be able to be in touch most of the time, to see what the important people in our lives are doing, just as they have us. But, to actually see and be able to hug people, in real life! Now that’s going to be amazing.