Emanuel, it was very nice too meet you! I wish you all the best with your projects in Rio Gallegos!

It was nice to meet you too. Sorry for not helping you with the plug but you fix it.

BTW, did you get my e mail with the requested information?

Hola Manolito! Yeah all was OK, thank you for the advices Hope to see you again someday

The New World IV.16 - Atacama

We’ve been in Argentina for only one day and here we are, already going for a heist escape towards Chilean border, across the Jama mountain pass.

This is not because we were not enjoying Argentina but just because we decided to save it for later and try to see how Atacama desert in Chile is. I must admit I was a little bit anxious to cross Atacama desert, one of the driest places on Earth (annual rain is 1 millimeter).


Read it further on Micadu, here.

The day we’ve visited the Desert Hand in Atacama, was the last day we had our Nikon D3000 photo camera in proper working conditions. Sometime after that stop a stone must have hit it in the display, something that we’ve noticed much later during a stop. The bad news was that that the display was cracked and un-usable anymore. The good news was that the camera retained it’s main function: to take pictures. So let’s be happy about that. We will have to make it without the nice shiny colors

Up to some a little bigger… (and with more wheels on them )

The New World IV.18 – Again in Argentina


By: AlexMD On March 7, 2013 in Blog, Part IV, The New World




Before crossing back to Argentina, we spent a few days in Valdivia, a small and neat town with a lot of appeal for tourists. All over the place the German influence was very obvious. From the design of the houses to the way people were dressing. But maybe that was accentuated by the fact that we were there when a festival was just started. What a coincidence! Hmm it really was a coincidence.Really
From Valdivia it is just a short ride to the boarder with Argentina. And a very scenic one as well.

Also a total coincidence, we meet Phill again at the boarder. We knew that we were both in the same area but had no idea about his exact plans to cross in the same day with us. So we were very surprised and happy when we saw him riding to the boarder queue.
As I believe it is wise to take note of good events, we decide to wait for him (first time he was entering Argentina so it took a little bit longer for him to set up all the papers for the bike). But even with this wait, the entry in Argentina was quite smooth and no where near the “complexity level” of say… Central America border crossings. Not even one single photocopy to be made, not even one payment that had to be made at a bank which was closed for lunch, nothing tedious or time consuming. Ha! This is sooo good! Chile, see you down the road in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina, glad to be baack!
It seems like yesterday that the 2 VStroms, the newer model and the… good looking model (hehe) were making their way through the Peruvian Andes. It is good to ride again together, this time through a very strange, apocalyptic, landscape.
What happened here? Seems that earlier in 2012 Puyehue Volcano, situated some 93 km away, on the Chilean side, erupted violently covering a huge area in thick volcanic ash. We were riding through these places some 10 months later but still, the effects of the volcano were very obvious all around.
We were heading for Bariloche for the night, which at the time of the eruption was totally shut down but now it was in perfect working conditions and ready to receive tourists. The town left us with a very nice impression. Nice houses, very nice people (we sleep with CouchSurfing for the first time in Argentina) and we find out a lot of interesting things about the area. Also we get introduced to the “blue market” when it comes to dollars and getting cash. Officially the Argentinian Peso is linked to the dollar and the official rate is around 5 pesos for 1 dollar. But because the “Cristina administration” implemented some very strict restrictions for Argentinians and it is very hard for them to buy foreign currency, anyone willing to help with that gets a much better rate of above 7 most of the times. As it turns out, this rate is not even “black” anymore, is somewhere in the middle and they call it “blue rate”, and it is shown, every day, on TV as well. So then the question is, you buy official rate to support the official approach, or you buy at any exchange office at the “true” rate and make life a little bit less expensive while in Argentina. Hmmm existential dilemmas… better let’s ride as we are in fact in a very nice area, Lake District.

Phill was was riding in front, comes to the rescue and helps push the bike out of the sand as only with throttling it was just more digging and no advancing. Finally we move on and soon we find another tarmac patch and the ride gets smoother and… tilted to right. Here is Phill riding straight, on a straight like an arrow road. I’m thinking that in this pace we will worn out the sides of our tires (at least the right side) without even being on a curvy road. Ha ha!
“Daniel I have a flat tire repair kit, we could try and fix your flat”. No, this is not necessary as he owns an auto repair shop just a few blocks away and he will ride his motorcycle there. OK, then maybe you want to use our air pomp to put some air into your tire? Just for the short ride? Yes, this would be very helpful, let’s do it. I pull Gunnar close to his motorcycle and take out the pump. We start it but strangely enough the tire does not get harder. The air is escaping faster than the pump is able to push it in. We soon discover that in fact he did not had a flat tire but rather a bent rim. Ouch! that will be harder to fix, and there is nothing we can do there on the side of the road. I put my ari pump back and Daniel is telling us that if we want, we could follow him to the auto shop and we could sleep there for the night. If we are not picky and we don’t mind the auto and oil smells. Ha, are you joking? That would be GREAT! Thank you!
So we head of, this time 3 vstroms, in the dark side roads from the town’s periphery.

The New World IV.19 – Flowers of the south


By: AlexMD On March 12, 2013 in Blog, Part IV, The New World

Alaska and British Columbia seem so far far away. It was august. English was all around us and the only bits of Spanish we knew were “no me mates por favor” and “¿Donde Esta el baño?” (second one necessary immediately after if we would ever needed the first one) Andreea had red long hair. We were still at the beginning. Mexico was just a thought of missing heart beat and Argentina a drawing on a map.

But now, here we are, saying our goodbyes to Daniel in a basic and quite skittish Spanish (but containing words certainly more useful than what we knew before ), learned on the way down here from Mexico. But he understands. And we understand him. “I wish you a good journey and take care, the wind down here is getting worse”. Hmm … worse than it was before? WE sure hope it will not be the case.
Good bye Daniel and gracias! See you next time!

But why do I remember now about Alaska and British Columbia? Because today we are going again to a glacier, a sight so majestic and often encountered in the northern province and state. This time, the glacier is quite famous because it seems for a long time it was the only glacier in the Americas which did not retreat but on the contrary, it was growing in size. First we need to get to El Calafate, the touristy town some 80 kilometers away from the Perito Moreno glacier.
The road is not without nice encounters.

We are getting close to El Calafate and things get a little more variety in terms of landscape. Hills, valleys and looming in the distance the Andes. All right. Means that soon we will be there.


In El Calafate we enter on a triumphant weather with blue sky and white clouds

Unfortunately we do not feel as triumphant as the weather. Instead, we are seriously beaten by the wind, we have only fumes of petrol in our tanks ( the reserve from the plastic can is long used as well, because winds, consumption is somewhere on the level of a poorly tuned tractor) and in addition Gunnar is behaving a little odd. I do not understand exactly what it is but I hear a strange noise from the transmission. So no chariot entrance with flowers for us thank you very much hehe. But we are happy to see the sign to the town which unfortunately was already taken for a photo session by others so we did not stop. In fact, I think we were more afraid that if we do stop, there will be no gas to start back on. I preferable to “roll” to a gas station.

In the city, many buildings and trees make the winds rather harmless. Working gas station which releases the much need, bad smelling fluits for our bikes in echance of some swapping of a plastic thingy, so another problem solved we have fuel. But … the problem with noise from my transmission remains. Without a helmet, in calm weather it is very distinct. Pulling to one side and examining the chain reveals the fact that it is very loose. Should not be that loose. Something is not right. Phill has a look as well but the only way to investigate more is to open the plastic cover from the gear shifter. We need a plce to stop. And since El Calafate is a very touristic place, it is a good idea to stay away from the hotels. Camping it is!
Photo by Phill!

We take off the shifter cover and the news are not too good. The chain got some tight points. a lot of them, and the front sprocket has shark teethes. And the hole transmission has only 18,000 km, it is much too early to give up. I thought it would get me home. Especially since I’ve been taking care of it, much like the first chain which lasted over 30000 km. But the reality is that I have to find a new chain. And fast.

We have internet and that was good. After doing some researc, looks like we have 3 possible options: a moto store in Punta Arenas( the direction we were planning to head in the first place) a motorcycle store in Rio Gallegos (300+ km the way we came here) and also Daniel was trying to source something from us back in Pico Truncado. After sending the email asking about the chain there is nothing much to do than to wait for an answer. And better to wait actively by visiting the “Black Little Dog” glacier (Perito Moreno) which is some 80 km away from El Calafate ( 160 round trip). I am in no mood of using my bike because of the chain issue so we go out and source alternative transportation means. Bus?

There are only 2 buses going to Perito Moreno, one is very early in the morning and one is about 3 hours later. And they have some exorbitant prices! So I guess no bus this time… OK there are other options: Phill’s bike is very much functional and Andreea could ride with him. That leaves me… And I can find another way…
Photo courtesy of Phill!

Hitchhiking! It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Let’s see… if I put on my best smile it shouldn’t take too long, should it? 20 minutes. Not too bad I would say. I was fearing that I will never find a ride. Andreea takes a quick photo, not sure if she was taking a photo of me or of the license plate of the SUV…

But the guys turn out to be very nice and we get to chat in Spanish all the way to the park. Very cool people. From the parking lot they go on to see the glacier, i am waiting for Phill and Andreea to come on the moto. That waiting made me understand my parents a little bit. Boy was I anctious knowing they are riding a motorcycle (the damn things are dangerous you know??) and was so happy to see them arriving safe and sound. At least the view while waiting was not bad at all…

With the team reunited, we head to the glacier as well

Now, this was not for sure the first piece of ice we’ve seen. But this was for sure impressive. The size and the fact that one can get so close to it.


The weather is no very sunny and there is rain over Perito. But that is fin, somehow it feels suitable for it to be so gloomy

After each step the views are changing and keep you busy


As for the scale, it gets really into perspective when you see the “little” boat (which was not little at all) that was hauling tourists closer to the ice wall.

We are glad to be able to bring our national costumes in such a wonderful place as well.


Behind us there are loud cracking sounds from time to time. The glacier seems to have life inside and big pieces of ice fall in the water and float away.

It is getting late so it is time to head back. By pure coincidence we met another Romanian in our camping, Florin is also a traveler but his means of transportation is a bicycle. He and his girlfiend are out to explore South America. They are really nice people and we spend a lot of time telling stories. They started their journey in Ushuaia heading North, hoping to reach Ecuador. Compared to what they are doing our journey is a piece of cake, we don`t have to pedal every day to get to our next destination. And, of course, that keeps them in very good shape. You can follow their trip on Facebook, here. We wished them good luck and we look forward to seeing them again in Romania on their way back.
We are enjoying their company and time goes by easily but unfortunately still no news by email about Gunnar`s chain. The guy in Punta Arenas, Chile (the place we wanted to go next after Perito Moreno), who initially answered on the stop now doesn`t answer any of my emails. Daniel is the only one who answers on time letting us know that there is bigger motorcycle store in Rio Gallegos, he bought his Vstrom from there. We might find what we are looking for there. So we decide to go to Rio Gallegos the next morning. Well, depends how you define morning as we have a tent to pack. I don`t know how tidy you are when it comes to camping but usually everything has its proper place in our tent:

We stop at the gas station outside of town to fuel up and fill up the spare canisters also. A man approches us letting us know that wind is really strong today and we should be careful. And, unfortunately, he was right. Our ride into El Calafate 2 days ago was piece of cake compared to what we have to deal with now.Here is Phill again, leaning in the wrong direction while trying to take a left curve. We followed him closely using the same technique. You must admit that this is an unique experience for a motorcyclist: leaning to the right while heading left….

It`s not easy at all to ride under these conditions. 100 kilometers later we say “goodbye” to Phill. It`s no use for the three of us to make this big detour so Phill will follow the initial plan and will head for Chile. We assure him that we will be all right and head for Rio Gallegos, that means going back 200 kilometers but we are hoping to find a new chain that will enable us to continue our trip. We knew what road to take but couldn`t figure out where it would take us.

See you next time!

The New World IV.20 – Tinkering with the bike


By: AlexMD On March 15, 2013 in Blog, Part IV, The New World





Tinkering with the bike: January 31 – February 2nd
We check out Phill and his motorcycle in our rear mirrors and soon he is just a small yellow dot. He is heading for Chile and we have to clatter (blame the chain for that) our way to Rio Gallegos. We have high expectations.
It was Thursday, right before noon and we were optimistic, hoping to find what we need today and maybe even change the chain.
We gloriously (ahem... trink trink trink) arrive in the city. We know the name of the motorcycle store so we decide to stop by and check it out. We stop at a gas station to ask for directions and we get our answer in no time: today, (yap, today of all days) is a holiday, everyone in the district has a day off so everything is closed. Oh, what a joy…. We still go check out the store hoping they would be an exception but all we get is a locked door and iron bars. Ok, we come back tomorrow. Now let´s find a place to sleep.
We knew about a camping outside the city but we weren´t really in a mood to camp. Wind was blowing pretty hard and there was no shelter from it also we needed internet to check our emails from the spare parts news in case this was not going to turn out good . So let´s look for something in the city.
All the hotels are ridiculously expensive and we cannot understand why. Rio Gallegos is not a major touristic attraction, the location is no where near a well known landmark, so why is everything so damn expensive? We keep riding around the town, must be a cheap hotel around here somewhere. As I am waiting for Andreea to come from a hotel (one of so many) I notice a car stopping close to me. A man comes out asking me if I am ok and if I need help. I am telling him that we are fine just that we are looking for a place to sleep, what else can you do on a day when everything is closed. The man tells me that he was having a coffee in an Esso gas station and saw us passing up and down (from one hotel to the other) and thought we might need some help. He told us there is a cheaper hotel close to his house and he can take us there if we want.
Hmm, ok, please do. We get there. It seems to be a hotel. Above the door there is a sign saying H-O-T-E-L. But there is no one there. We ring the bell, knock on the door. Nothing. Our new friend, Oscar, also tries. But he doesn´t get any answer either.
We thank him for the help and prepare for another round of searching. Then Oscar says “My friends, do you enjoy this wind so much? Are you looking for luxury or would you be fine with less than 5 stars?´cause I have an empty attic. There is no furniture but it is warm and it has (only) a soft carpet, you can put your sleeping bags there. Oh, it´s unbelievable, it´s happening again, that smack in the head that says: this is why you travel. No, I don't mean the free accommodation. That, being as good as it is for the budget, is of less importance than the feeling you get meeting open people, that try to help with what they have. People who not only cut short their coffee break to help us but end up inviting us into their home. Well, Oscar, if it is OK with you, your soft carpet will be our luxury place for the night just fine..
Oh, but what about our motorcycle… Oscar finds the solution again “we put it inside, of course”. Now let me explain better. The door to Oscar´s house is right in the alley, you open it and get inside a small room that´s kitchen and living room in the same time, there is a small hallway that goes to his bedroom and the bathroom and a wooden ladder going to the attic. That´s all there is and still this man is so relaxed with having us in his attic and Gunnar in his living room (we had to do some remodelling to have it fit in).
And there we have it, with a little bit of effort I can get Gunnar fit a normal apartment door.
Oscar takes us in his car (too windy for walking) to show us the city and we soon realize that lots of people know him. Many of them say “hello” and ask who are we. He gives them a simple answer “They are from Europe and travelled by motorcycle from Alaska to here”. Then he lowers his voice and adds proudly “I am hosting them. We are Argentinians and we should show them the Argentinian hospitality”.


The second day it´s time to go to the store. Yes, they have a chain, it´s DID (great!) but… it´s non o-ring (hmmm). They have the front sprocket also but they don´t have the rear one. Ok, I will buy what they have. It´s not like I have other options. I am not in a position to bargain about the price either. Having a store in such a remote area you are entitled to set some daring (trying to keep it polite :P) prices I guess. And I do need someone to pun on the chain as that´s something I cannot do by myself in Oscar´s living room. I didn´´t have the proper tool to cut the old chain, adjust the new one or the right tool to change the sprocket. So I needed their help. So I ask them if they can do it… and here comes the "good part": “yes, we can but you need to make an appointment”. “Fine. I can do that. And then we start the job?” “Oh, no, we are free after 3 p.m.” It was 10 a.m. I don´t give up, I try to explain that I am travelling and it would really help me if they could do it faster so I don´t get stuck here another day. Their answer doesn´t change. The service is one street away so I decide to stop by and check it out: there were 3 guys in there and no motorcycles. They had no work. What can I do, I leave the place and come back at 3 p.m. There are good people and… people.
So I go back at 2:30 p.m. Nobody looks at me. It´s past 3 and nothing. I decide to go to the mechanic, telling him I have an appointment. “What appointment? Nobody told me about any appointment.” I show him my receipt, I already paid for the job at 10 a.m. “Oh, but why didn´t you come straight here? I was free the whole day.” Oh, why didn´t I?!?!? But let´s just say it was miscommunication…
He gives a call and it turns out that his boss forgot to inform him about my appointment.No biggy, we can start now.



As I am waiting for my guy to change the chain I see 2 Brazilians stopping by the store. One is on a BMW, the other one on a VStrom.They need an oil change. Guess what? They need an appointment (and again, there was not much going on in the workshop, I was the only external client and there were 3-4 mechanics around). And they have to come tomorrow morning. That´s unbelievable! I am not in a position to judge how others run their business. Probably if your service has created a name for itself, and has certain standards it´s impossible not to act “professional-up-tight-class" about it. But even then, when you have people were from another country, obviously caming a long way, tired and blown away by the weather, you might cut them some slack eh? They got to a “motorcycle friendly” place and all they needed was an oil change to go on with their journey. I don´t know how long it takes to change the oil for a BMW 12000 GS but it´s half an hour for a VStrom. But no, they had to come tomorrow morning for their appointment . So the two motorcyclists have nothing more to say or do but go back to their motorcycles. Don´t know if they came back the second day, a nice summer day.


We left Rio Gallegos contemplating about all that happened to us in such a short time. We cannot be upset about the place. They had what we needed (partially) and that was important. The rest was just a lesson of life. Or of what to do and what not to do when (and if) I will have a "tienda" somewhere in a far corner of the world...


And on top of everything else, here goes Oscar showing us Artentinian hospitality again. Just when we were about to leave he says: “this is the only route to take on your way back North, so you will be stopping here again. You have to stay at my place again. I might be at work or somewhere, so here is the spare key from the house. Take it with you, use it when you are back. Come in and feel at home. Ride safe!”


And here we are heading for Punta Arenas, passing one more time the border into Chile. This time there was a huge line at the border.Stretching outside in cold and wind, it made a good opportunity to discuss "border life" with some Argentinians that lived near by. Due to borders configuration if you want to cross from main land to TIerra del Fuego (Argentinian side), you need to pass through ~200 kilometers of Chile, so that's 2 border crossings and a ferry crossing of Magellan's straight. That's quite tough for people leaving at the border and having family on the other side. They have to do all the border formalities all the time, each time. For me, as a tourist, doing them once suddenly seemed far less a pain in the ass.

We buy a new rear tire in Punta Arenas and take some time to walk around the city. We like the place. We laugh, and walk along in our sandals (apparently the easiest way for South Americans to recognise an European tourist), we make jokes of all kind of things. It´s just the two of us and we are loving it.
It´s interesting how politics is everywhere, even here, so close to the “end of the world”. Apparently Punta Arenas has its own artists and their views are pretty harsh….


The truth must be (as always) somewhere out there, in the middle. We prefer to stay out of it, admire the bright colors and hope for a peaceful future.



As we got back to our hostel we noticed that our room was under a thorough examination process.


Next day was 3rd of February. I was turning 30, but you already know that story.

As you noticed, SM motos is not bike friendly. They don't care if you are argentinian or a foreign motorcycle traveler

The New World IV.21 – Per aspera ad astra


By: AlexMD On March 17, 2013 in Blog, Part IV, The New World


I woke up early. It’s 4th of February, my birthday is gone so no reason to be lazy. After the “fun in the wind” we had yesterday, we are determine to beat it to the start and be long gone before noon. Ushuaia is not that far anyway, just 200 kilometers to go.
And indeed, with a calm weather and sunny sky, the miles are rolling fast and fun. Not long and we see again, after so many days, trees. Well, not just 1 or two but actually a forest in its own rights. And by then the wind is losing even the little power that it had, dissipating between the branches.

We do a tour of the town. Very nice ,tidy and clean town. We like it. In the port, we see a big cruising ship, just arriving.
We find a good place to eat, side by side with some local workers (but the food was excellent) then we decide to look for the camping. Yeah it is rather cold and yes we have arrived at one of our “destinations” but we feel like our trip is far from being over. So we need to keep an eye on budget. Besides, the camping has a killer view of the hole city. Let’s pitch the tent.

The next day we wake up early as well. Taking my nose out of the tent I feel the very low temperature. On the mountains all around there is fresh snow. And it is summer here! Uhuu!
We would like very much to hide back in the warmth of our sleeping bags but today we want to travel the last 30 kilometers to the South-West, in the National Park to the end of the road, in Lapataia.
Mathias, the German rider that we’ve met on the ferry from Punta Arenas, is joining us on this last part. Many times I thought my VStrom is too heavy but seeing the masive Super Tenere… I get more happy with our total weight (riders+bike). In all honesty I would want only one thing from that bike: the cardan transmision Hmm I wonder if Suzuki will ever make a 650 v-twin with cardan transmission
The road is without tarmac but in very good conditions. We can have fun and also admire the surroundings.
We reach the parking lot and since there is nobody we can slip through the wood pillars, taking our bikes closer.
That’s it! You cannot go further. At least… not without taking a boat to one of the islands that are to the South. Beyond those islands there is the Drake Passage and the South Pole in Antarctica.
Because it was very early, everything is as it should be. No noises, no tourist crowds, no buses, no guides. Nobody around but us. So, with your music in the mp3 player, with the sun rising from beyond the bay, we get close to the sign saying it is “el fin”.



After that day, we took a long break, without motorcycle, phone, internet and getting far away from “civilization”. A fantastic period during which we felt like in a story book.
Then the return North started, having us heading to Buenos Aires, Paraguay, Iguazu Falls, South of Brazil and Uruguay. But all of these in a chapter that will probably be written from Europe.

In the last 2 days we had... hmm let's just say we had some interesting rides. I will resume the posting with stories starting next week when we will hopefully safe and sound home, with the motorcycle parked and OK.

Until then, I would like to share just a picture, which for us meant a lot.


Yesterday, before the sunset, we came on a narrow country road in front of a small sign. It was bitterly cold and we were half frozen. But we stopped. On the sign nothing fancy. It said: "Cenad" (the boarder town) and an old painted flag, with time marks on it. We are home. We are in Romania. At least for a while, we are not cold anymore.

Great report, looks like you all had a wonderful time, real glad you made it home safe. If you decide to take out through the stans come see us in Kyrgyzstan.

Mac

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Enjoyed your report and following your adventure....I too attempted this journey...did Alaska from Ontario Canada in June and made it to Belize in September but turned back when my riding buddy had medical problems....so it was great riding along with the two of you.....

Thanks
Bob
hickeryonthemove blog at google

Guys, thank you for your (maybe too) kind words. We are finally home, beating the snow with one day. We couldn't beat the low tempertures though and I have to admit that the ride from Munich to Bucharest was one of the coldest from the whole trip, right up there with Alaska or Patagonia (both in summer).

But, here we are, sitting in a comfy chair back home, sipping a big cup of tea and watching the snow flakes falling on the other side of the window. It is time to write the 5th chapter of this trip: The return home. Here we go, I hope you will enjoy it.

The New World V.1- The departure from Tierra del Fuego









The departure from Tierra del Fuego: 17 – 21 February 2013
We are back in Ushuaia after our 11 days break and it was time to leave Tierra del Fuego. But, before that, we had one more thing to do in Ushuaia: hopping on the train from the “End of the world”

The New World V.2 – Good bye, Patagonia!


By: AlexMD On March 30, 2013 in Blog, Part V, The New World





Good bye, Patagonia: 21-22 February 2013
It’s something about this road. Gunnar keeps rolling all this time, so many kilometers. And we still want to ride. Hm, I am not bored at all. Andreea… takes some naps in the back from time to time. Sometimes I agree with her. What else can you do when you are sitting in the back of a motorcycle and all you can see is this:

There is something magic here, in this vast Patagonian land. Sky seems closer to the ground here. And it seems to be the stage for a magnificent movie. Sky is never the same, it’s always changing even when you stop. You need to be patient. An invisible hand keeps drawing, sometimes with a child’s innocence, sometimes angry as a grownup who seems to know nothing but frowning.


We left Rio Gallegos without any surprises or complications. We said goodbye to Oscar and remembered to give him back the spare key. We also said goodbye to Manolito, a guy we met just one day before who (also) impressed us with his optimism and desire to help people. And that was it. We are traveling for hours through pampas and clouds, “admiring” what you can see in the photos above.
It’s cold outside, but that’s no surprise for us. We forgot how warm weather feels like. “The great outdoors” seem to never have changed since the creation of the world: cold, harsh and ever present wind. Everyone traveling on this road can only accept and adapt to these conditions.
Time seem to have a different pace here. Settlements are scarce and far away from one another. We lost track of time and it didn’t seem to matter. When we decide to take a break we realize we are next to a place where time seems to be standing still. Our engine was the only source of noise so I turn it off to enjoy the silence. Over the fence there is a pond that’s apparently the main attraction of the area for all the animals.

Some bird decides to break the silence to call for one of its mates. Then some flamingoes agree to change the spot and as they set sails they wake up everyone.

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