Ruta Diablo Day 3
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Cafayate was a simply gorgeous town, I loved it. It looks and feels the way all towns should; a lovely square surrounded by restaurants, friendly people and a really relaxed atmosphere. I met a couple from Ireland there and we shared a beer and a chat, it was great to have a yap with someone from home after all this time.
I left Cafayate later than normal this morning, I’d a bit of hangover after knocking back the guts of a bottle of wine last night. This area of Argentina is famous for its white wine, and believe it or not the Ozone layer, or rather the lack of it in this region is the reason for the special taste off the wine. So there you go, the hangover had nothing to do with the amount of alcohol consumed and everything to do with Ozone layer, best excuse I’ve ever had for a hangover. (Can you imagine it back home in Ireland on a Sunday morning as people are popping some paracetamol "Oh that ozone is a bastard!")
I eventually go underway knowing that If I survived today I’d have about a 1000km gravel free from tomorrow so I knuckled down and tore off. The first fifty miles were on asphalt and my first km marker pole said 4,333km, it was the first time I’d seen one on the Ruta 40 and it was also the first time I realized that Km 1 was in Rio Gallegos, down at terra del fuego and not in La Quiaca on the Bolivian border….not that it makes much of a difference.
The dirt road was completely different today than the other days, I thought it looked like I was in Africa, or at least when I’ve seen documentaries of some of the roads in Africa; I thought they looked similar. It was hard going at times but in the 300 mile today journey luckily only 100 miles or so was gravel and sand. About fifty miles into the shitty part of the road I was finding it tough going, it seemed like each km marker pole was taunting me with “4331 km on the wall, if one km should accidently fall, there’ll be 4330km on the wall….” Anyway you get the picture.
I pulled over to have a slug of water when a girl comes over the hill driving a moped scuttling along without a problem in the world. If ever there’s a red rag to a bull for a guy, it’s to show him a girl doing what he was doing, except doing it far handier.
Fuck that for a game of soldiers I said to myself, I jumped in the bike and gave the next fifty miles a serious pasting going at least 50% faster than I’d been going up to this point. I even managed to knock out a river crossing...
The road then started to straighten and for over a hundred miles it was blue skies, white puffy clouds, mountains on either side of the road; a great day to be riding a bike. The sky and clouds reminded me of the Argentinean football jersey and I’m wondering if it’s where they got the idea from.
This road is amazing mainly for the variety that you get in every day. It traverses mountains, deserts, small villages, rivers, pampas, vinyards' just looking through the pictures I took I can't get over the variety of things which I'm seeing every day.
I made it to a town called Chiloceto, just shy of 300miles from Cafayate. Tomorrow I need to do a massive miles day. This is now the section of the Ruta 40 which is asphalt, where my head is at is “Go like the clappers on the good sections of road, that’ll give you time to go slower on the shittier bits”
I hope to get south of Mendoza by tomorrow night, to a town of Malargue, which will mean the single biggest miles day of the entire trip, easier said than done, but I need to break the back of this puppy tomorrow.
I went out for a steak later on and the good looking women switch has been turned on again for the first time since Colombia, I have to ask..is there anything more attractive than a fine looking woman riding a motorcycle... "Hey darlin!..you wanna sit on my face instead of that saddle yer welcome!

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There's lots of guys riding bikes around with their birds on the back. I remember when I was growing up in Clondalkin, if you'd a bike you'd a fine looking bird... 100% match.... but instead of a girl on the back of my bike I’ve got an ortleib dry bag....although it is rather fetching.
Over and out
The big fella