The story of my trip from Minnesota down to the tip of South America and back via motorcycle.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018
I'm Never Eating Again - 9 March 2018
9 March 2018 – The french fries went to waste. I was going
to eat them in the morning but I was still too full from the hamburgers from
the night before to want to eat them or anything. I left them in the trash in
the secure parking area. If I could have found a dog I would have given them to
the hound. I’m sure they would have enjoyed them.
I left the hotel in El Bolson about 11:00 a.m. in the rain
and was going to ride to Gobernador Costa today. I was out of the rain within
10 miles and then the rest of the day was cloudy and cold. It never got above
57 degrees. I rode with my rain suit on to help keep me warm. I rode out of the
mountains and pine trees into a semi-arid desert which was brown with shrubs
and mountains. Again, the road was mostly good. One section the road was under
construction. I had to ride 8 kilometers of gravel and then the pavement was
great. I got gas in Tecka and ate a small lunch and headed off.
It was about 4:30 when I found a small hotel in Gobernador
Costa. The original structure dated back to the early 1900’s and they had a
picture of the hotel in the restaurant from back then. I oiled my chain and
warmed up from the day of cold riding. The food in the restaurant was good but
suffered because of bad communication.
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