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Weather beaten
Posted on Friday February 10, 2012
Puerto Natales, Torres del Paine, Puerto Natales 8km (Total 705Km cycled) Highlights: Rain, snow, hail, wind, stunning views of Los Cuernos, Peli’s pannier plays hide and seek and a flying overtake by my red pannier. Day 28 and 29: 5, 6th February 2012 – Rest days We had a day extra in Puerto Natales to book a bus to Torres del Paine National Park and stock up on food for the next leg too El Calafate in Argentina. We are planning to spend one or two days in the park and the ride over to Argentina. In all this next part would take 7-8 days so we got food for ten days this time as we learned our lesson on Tierra del Fuego. We’re not running out of food again! We hunted down some more spare spokes since I have already used my spares. The first bicycle shop had nothing that fitted but pointed us toward “El Rey de la Bicileta” which is an old-fashioned LBS. The friendly old chap who runs it could have been a racer in some bygone year. The spokes he had were either too long or too short so he carefully set about creating some bespoke spokes for the ...
Battling with Mother Nature, and a wheely annoying surprise
Posted on Sunday February 05, 2012
Highlights: Steak, wind, broken spokes, veggie curry, cake and meeting other cycle tourers.
Hilleberg Kaitum 3GT
Posted on Wednesday February 01, 2012
We may not have used this tent for long, but with one week on Exmoor and two weeks in Tierra del Fuego, it's already been through quite a lot of what nature is able to throw at it weather-wise.
The Fuegian Road Less Travelled
Posted on Wednesday February 01, 2012
Highlights: leaving Rio Grande, the flight of the condors, wind, guanacos, Chilean border crossing, wind, illegal garlic, epic night-riding, wind, never-ending ripio, wild camping, and did we mention the wind?
Sporked
Posted on Wednesday February 01, 2012
This post is in homage to our friend Emily who is making her way from London eastwards around the world. The last time I heard she was cycling her way through Iran, mostly staring glumly at her morning porridge, since she has lost her trusty friend, the Spork.
