Saturday, 5 February 2011

Headwinds, a cyclists worst nightmare.

Headwinds, a cyclists worst nightmare.

I set off to a beautiful morning and managed to knock out a quick 60 odd miles (my speedo was the only thing that didn't make the flight the mounting part has snapped, it can be fixed with glue when I find some) using the distances between places/time on bike I can guess my distance. At about 1pm I spotted a nice looking cafe/restaurant and decided to get some lunch I managed to ask for a menu and a coke, (I won't ask for coke again its really expensive out here). Not being used to the prices I thought because it was so cheap I would only get a small portions so I ordered 2 burgers and chips, it would turn out I actually ordered 3 main courses. Still my appetite had kicked back in so I set about eating all 3 dishes, I did it all apart from half a burger and that was only because the bread is horrible its the same stuff that is used in England for those long life hotdog rolls.

Back on the road I was feeling good for doing a century when the headwind picked up, it killed my speed I was doing about 6mph, to go faster just wasn't possible. I got to a town general guido about 5.30pm due to my slow speed I decided not to push on and find somewhere to sleep the countryside has flattened out and as far as I could see there was nothing I could hide behind, eventually the road ran along side a dried river bed which dropped just enough that no one can see me. I just hope its not connected to some sort of sluice gate that they will open in the middle of the night. Strangely I feel safer in my tent than I did in the hotel last night, I thought it would be the other way round.

My body is covered in dry salt and dust so I have to be careful when rubbing my face or its like using sandpaper. I am absolutely filthy far worse than I ever got in Europe doing the same thing.


  1. Hi Rob,

    Just learnt of your adventure via twitter. Sounds like a lot of fun other than the headwinds! Best of luck, will be following with interest and dreaming of doing something similar myself.


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  3. Enjoy. I spent 19 months travelling, including 4.5 months in South America when I was 34. Get yourself over to the Jesuit ruins in Paraguay if you get chance. Just follow the signs to Jesus where the Argentinian, Paraguayian, and Brazlian borders meet at Iguazu Falls. After about 3 weeks the full extent of the trip will sink in, up until then probably still feed like a holiday. If you cross over to the Atacama Desert, Chile they have oxygen in the border post, so don't worry too much as the oxygen levels drop :)