Now we are heading into Patagonia proper. The mountains are incredible.
Patagonia's Pata means big-foot in the local language. Prior to 1900 no westerners had come here, including the SPanish, but the Welsh came first and built homes and had particularly good relationships with the locals. One is a pub just nearby to the homestead which was Butch Cassidy's hideout before he was almost discovered. When warned he escaped north to Bolivia and was killed in a shootout. We visited his house here.
Our next outing was 43km of rough gravel road through the national park which initially I was dreading. After a few miles, I got the hang of it, and actually enjoyed most of it, having removed the panniers from my bike and reduced the tyre pressures, plus put it in "Enduro" mode. About two thirds of the way down the track, I was stung by a bee on the back of my neck which was quite a distraction for a few hours!
We have stopped in the tiny but beautiful town of Esquel after some sensational riding on curvy roads, plus magnificent scenery. It is not possible to describe how magnificent it is.
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