Puerto Varas to San Martin de Los Andes: runs like a robot

Camping in ‘no man’s land’

Though these lands, I’m sure, belong to someone.

Stamped out of Chile

Floating in space before Argentina.

Today’s ride, cool breeze, warm sun.

Trees, they smell so good.

But now, cold from the rain

The icy mountain air.

I felt that feeling rising,

The one that says ‘you can’t’.

Keep moving.

In the rain she runs like a robot,

A blue robot.

The rain is consistently heavy, cold, relentless.

She understands, she’s cold too.

Now, inside the tent.

Wet riding gear floating around my head.

Hoping for a break in the weather.

An ‘up up downhill’ kinda day.

What’s that? 

Well, when you should be on your way down,

But, it feels like your still climbing.

But you’re not. 

The blue patch in the sky follows us.

Riding through the Andes.

Mountains will never be my favourite things.

But the sinking valleys silence the voices.

The good. The bad. I get to just be.

Be there.

It is just that.

And while I can’t completely enjoy it, barely even a little,

Eventually it will be a memory,

Maybe even laughed at, as though it was the highlight of the trip. 

Xx Be

(A much needed day of sun...)

(Because you know it’s been a little too rainy if you’re growing Moss in your bag)

(Our upcoming mountain pass, from a distance)

“Most people on bikes, ride their bikes!” -Bertyl, who gave us a short ride from his property to a river camp)

(13 km downhill!!!!)