Three days in Puerto Madryn to rest and recover before the last leg of our journey north to Buenos Aires.
Our first night off was great. Nice ceveceria for some craft beer and some dodgy food. We went for the langoustine option. Not so bad. With french fries. Again, not so bad. Then there was bright orange ‘plastic’ cheese over the top. Starting to struggle now. And a good splashing of heavily processed barbeque sauce all over. It certainly was a plateful of flavour and I would seriously argue that only a biker is strong enough and tough enough to eat such a plateful. We also shared a pizza and 5 pints. Total cost £12. That’s why you don’t complain in Argentina.
On the following days we went on two all day tours to see animals. As I’ve said before the best place for an animal is on my plate and the cuter and cuddlier the better. But Susan had other ideas and we all know who wears the biker trousers in our house.
So we found ourselves on a full-day tour of Peninsula Valdes – world renowned nature reserve. What a lot of overrated rubbish. For hours we bounced around in a mini bus on unpaved roads with other people. That’s the great thing about our motorbike – no ‘other people’.
Okay I hear you asking – how about a photo Clif? You must have seen something? Well we saw these guys – elephant seals.
Yup, you can’t tell they’re elephant seals from that distance. And it gets worse! The big buggers just lay around dozing pretending they were dead! I waited 20 minutes and nothing happened. Nobody appeared with a coloured ball for them to play or a hoop to jump through. They didn’t clap with their flippers for fish. Nothing. Next time I’m going to Seaworld to see real wildlife action!
Oh, we also saw sealions and the little armadillo was kind of cool but you really don’t need to see the video. We’ve all got better things to do with our lives than watch armadillos.
Then we went whale watching again. Yes, we’ve already watched whales in Peru but these were different whales. Well so they told me and it doesn’t really matter what I think. ‘Susan who wears the trousers’ said we were going. She loves whales and as they’re too big for my plate I may as well watch them.
It was late when we got back to the town and I managed a photo of the sunset from the speeding minibus.
Back at the apartment at 9pm and pick up next day at 7:30 am. Who says motorbike touring is hard work? Blinking animal watching is harder work for me!
Today, ‘Susan, who wears the trousers’ had decided we were off to see penguins – bloody little blighters.
On route we stopped to see the largest dinosaur statue in the world.
Now its a life scale model and it’s impressively huge. The skeleton was found locally near Trelew and is being prepared for exhibition.
Interesting story about the missing ‘E’ – it was apparently blown off and disappeared in the afternoon high winds two days previously. We can testify the winds were strong cause that’s about the same time we passed this statue on route to Puerto Madryn.
Eventually we reached the little blighters themselves. ‘Susan who wears the trousers’ was as happy as a llama.
These are Magellan little blighters and there were thousands of them scattered about the dunes. Oh you want a video as well? Well I’m reluctant to show the video as I know some will just think ‘oh that looks like Clif and a couple of pals walking home from the pub’. The aimless similarity is a bit too close for comfort.
After the little blighters we went for Welsh afternoon tea. You can tell its a Welsh afternoon tea because instead of scones and savoury sandwiches they give you buttered bread.
This little town, Gaimen, was established by the Welsh in the 19th century and the language is still taught in local schools. ‘dyna ti’.
We got back to the apartment and had sandwiches for dinner. More sandwiches you ask? Well it was a late return from the little blighter tour but we also had a source for the best french bread we’ve ever had from a bakery next to our apartment. Better than France you ask? Better than France is my reply. ‘C’est la vie’.
After our animal break in Puerto Madryn we hit the road towards Buenos Aires and the wind hit us. Yes, I’m still moaning about the wind.
Nevertheless, three overnight stops later and we were in reach of Buneos Aires and we nearly had a motorcycle companion on our last day.
At breakfast we met a great young guy with impeccable English with a strong American accent. He explained he was a marine based at a town we had recently passed through and he was motorcycling to Buenos Aires to meet his girlfriend. He was a remarkably well build young man even if I say so myself.
We were both surprised America had a base in Argentina. Oh no the guy explains – I’m an Argentine marine!
So there’s a hundred things I could say that could get me into trouble with an Argentine marine. Only the previous day the new Argentine president said he wanted Islas Malvinas back.
He suggested we motorcycle together but I politely declined. Yes, it would be helpful at one of the regular police checkpoints but do we really want an Argentine marine on your tail for 200 miles? Can’t think of a reason not to. Can’t think of a reason to accept.
So we took to our last motorcycle journey on our own. That’s the way we started.
Rather than feeling elation at the end of a long jouney or a feeling of triumph over challenges and adversity, the feeling is of sadness that it’s come to an end.
No more South America. No more Andes. No more back of beyond towns. No more desolate bars with strange beers. No more open roads. No more customs posts. No more meeting people from all over the world. No more Incas. No more bunk beds. No more different bed every night. No more wind. No more little blighters. No more desert. No more most challenging motorcycling. No more meeting fellow bikers on epic journeys. No more dodgy food. No more best steaks in the world. No more adventure.
Well at least for the time being……
It’s probably apt that I now write a quote from a great philosopher
‘Life’s an adventure, embrace the unknown. Let curiosity be your guide and discover the magic within’.
Mary Poppins
So we’re in Buenos Aires for a couple of weeks and it’s the most marvellous city. We finished our journey, as we always do, with a celebration beer. Here’s a selfie.
Until the next time. Next time you ask?
Yes, how about a motorcycle trip from Panama to Alaska? As another great philosopher said:
‘Dream big, for dreams are the seeds of tomorrow’s adventures’
Winnie the Pooh