We had expected a "transport day" to the coast for 491 km. Our plan had been to arrive by lunch, have a swim and enjoy a few drinks. How plans come undone.
However, there was a bad slip on the main road that slowed all the traffic to a crawl, so we decided to take the mountain route which added more than 100 km to the ride. We were not impressed!
However, it turned out to be a blessing, with the best riding day yet, on perfect surfaces with thousands of curves. We hammered away with great joy. In the end, there was a road marked on the map that we took through mountain passes and it turned to dirt. Again, I wasnt up to that, but it turned out not to be 30km as a local said, but just seven, then poor hard-surfaces. However, the view was incredible and so was the movies that I made. This was the best video day ever too.
Having reached the nice but slightly weird hotel, I just had enough time to have a swim in the pool which the lady said was "frio" (cold) but in fact was delightful. No one else came in as they were imbibing with whiskey.
Willy arrived unexpectedly late, in a destraut state, having had the tie-rod on the truck break completely. He had just managed to get off the road before a serious accident, then managed to tie it together with wire, and limp to the hotel. Plans for tomorrow will be challenging!
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