Having cycled further South meant having battled the cold rain for over a month, sat in a tiny capsuled wet tent, tried to keep warm, deprived of camp fires, stuck in my own customs.
The bottomline of cycling in wintry conditions is much about staying warm, ending the day in a soothing manner and balancing cold and hardship with a counterpart. Am I willing to replace my need for solitude with coming closer to locals and gaucho’s?
The discomfort of cycling in wintry Patagonia where cold, clouds and wetness leave little space for enjoyment. It might peek through now and then, yet the mirror placed in front of me is displeasing clear: from effects of being alone too long to battling snow..