Pedaling South

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After less than ten days back in Argentina, we’re already in Chile again.
Why, you may ask, are we hopping back and forth between Chile and Argentina every few days? First, for practical reasons: Chile has no continuous north-south road, so we need to dip into Argentina to make it over the gaps. Skipping Chile altogether [...]

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Après environ 800 km d’autoroute et une indigestion de mûres sauvages en terre chilienne, nous avons à nouveau retraversé les Andes pour rentrer en Argentine. Située en plein coeur du Parc national Villarrica, la douane ressemblait à un chalet suisse où chacun des douaniers estampillait nos passeports entre deux gorgées de mate. J’adore l’Argentine! Naturellement, [...]

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Our time in Mendoza was amazing. Incredible. Fantastic. I use these words with their originally intended meanings, i.e. “magical” or “too strange to be believed”. There were several times during our six day stay when Lucie and I exchanged a glance communicating the question: “what the hell is going on?”
We rolled into the city exhausted [...]

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J’ai menti dans mon dernier post. J’ai dit que l’Argentine est développé qui compte de nombreux accès Internet. C’est faux. Le pays ressemble au Canada: une immense terre peu peuplée qui, entre les villes modernes, est rustique.
Nous roulons principalement sur la 40, une route qui traverse l’Argentine du Nord au Sud sur presque 5000 km. [...]

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Does Cyclo Nord Sud, our champion charity, airdrop shipping containers full of free bicycles on developing nations?
No!
No?
No. The used bikes that CNS collects are sent to community groups in countries in the South, who sell them at accessible prices.

They sell the bikes? Then how is Cyclo Nord Sud a legitimate charity? Why should I donate [...]

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Yesterday, for the first time in months, I bought some eggs that didn’t have tiny feathers pasted to their shells. This struck me as unnatural, and I had a brief moment of nostalgia for Bolivia. Yet as I breathed in the sultry afternoon air of Salta, Argentina, a city of half a million that seems [...]

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J’étais nostalgique de quitter la Bolivie. Ce pays qu’on déclare le plus pauvre des Amériques a un charme certain, des paysages exceptionnels, un altiplano dépourvu de montagnes russes (quel répit!) et de moustiques, des camping sauvages magiques, faciles à dénicher, sans clôture qui longent la route pour compliquer l’entrée. C’est aussi un pays simple, sans [...]

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