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January 7th, 2012 | Argentina

Gregores to Tres Lagos…

The short stretch of tar that took us out of Gregores was a brief respite from the dirt roads… We crossed the wide bridge over the Rio Chico and then were back on the ripio…

A long steep ascent on a road slippery with “marbles” took us up onto the plateau where the new road […]

January 7th, 2012 | Argentina

Bajo Caracoles to Governador Gregores…

I was earlier than my companions, having slept like a log after the tough day’s riding the day before…

The much be-stickered petrol pumps at Bajo Caracoles…

Ruta 40 stickers are on everything, confirming it's popularity with adventure seekers the world over…

I left them snoring a medley, and went out […]

January 6th, 2012 | Argentina

Cuevas de las Manos to Bajo Caracoles…

We shared a packet of peanuts and the inevitable bag of sweets I always seem to conjure up, while our bikes cooled down…

“Ronnie….!! Your bike is like a free shop….!!” Ezekiel joked, “You have everything…!!”

Los Argentinos take a breather while we wait for the guide…

Them that got us […]

January 6th, 2012 | Argentina

Rio Mayo to Cuevas de las Manos and the first taste of “Ripio”…

I was up too early for the landlord, and even though I had paid for breakfast, the restaurant was still in complete darkness by the time I was loaded and ready to roll…

Main street, Rio Mayo… Gives new meaning to the term "Back of Beyond"…!! Althopugh by then end of the day, […]

January 5th, 2012 | Argentina

San Carlos de Bariloche to Rio Mayo….

This is the updated version of my ride from San Carlos de Bariloche to Rio Mayo…

For the most part, the buildings in El Bolson were either drab concrete or painted plain white, except for this little establishment, that stood out…!!

When I left the hostel in Bariloche, I mentioned to the people […]

January 5th, 2012 | Argentina

“Let’s make a deal…!!”

For the longest time, months on end in fact, I have been dreading the high winds that blow down in this part of the world… They know no season, and are part and parcel of what makes Patagonia the bleak and windswept place it is almost always described as…

Heading south to Esquel […]