Dear Readers, know that your long-suffering correspondent is still on the long road heading south and has made it to the charming provincial city of San Carlos de Bariloche in Patagonia. Nestled on the banks of the Lago de something-or-other this is a heavily touristed resting spot before one heads towards the Chilean border to ride some of the Carratera Austral highway in a few day’s time. It’s now about a month before I will be in Ushuaia and I can now feel the end of the journey approaching. Only a couple of thousand kilometres to go between now and then.
The country has been just beautiful coming through the Lakes District of Patagonia with clear water streams, lush green fields, forests surrounded by snow peaks and clear skies. The ski-lodge towns have lashings of chocolate shops and over-priced accommodation, which is lovely. The Argentinians continue to make it a pleasure to pedal through this part of the world and thankfully I have hit the much anticipated and dreaded patagonian winds on only a couple of days so far. Grasping for loads of wood right now as I still expect to have some hard days riding in the weeks ahead. I was ever so thankful to the Gods of bicycle touring providence when I saw the little shed photographed as the winds were absolutely howling across the barren slopes and a tent would simply not have held up against that at all that night.