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..
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.
How fun is cycling through Patagonia in winter? I started with crisp autumn weather and kept continuing until the cold, rain and snow hit me. Then it hit me hard!