The downsides of living on a bicycle, out of panniers becomes evident when I am invited and feel I take over a house not mine.
Camp fires in micro patches of forest with trees to hang in. An explosion of taste, brought along by a friend never seen before. It still are the small things in cycling life which enlighten my spirit.
A big difference than feeling pitiful and cold has now arrived: heightened by an abundance of invitations and meetings. The end of the winter is coming close, and so am I towards a general happiness again.
3 days out of a truck-driver’s life are the highlight of my trip in Patagonia. I am leaving the gloomy south of Argentina for warmer, sunnier and happier feelings.
The easiest thing to do when you are bordering depression is to take a bus. Where I am are no such services. To find comfort I first need to cross the country’s full width.
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 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..
Unpleasant weather conditions makes the cycling-life equally miserable, but it strengthens too. And that is something to smile at afterwards, but how wry it is, like pungent fruit plucked and tasted too early.
For some occult reason I had given my dad a woolen thermal shirt, woolen socks and a fleece sleeping bag liner when he visited me in the Atacama desert. While […]
Beauty still grabs me, colder temperatures wraps around my body, enjoyment controls the ride, and all of this I keep as my guiding line to continue further south on Ruta 40.