Ok , so where was i , it has been a while so i forget but will endevour to to update you as best as i can .
I enjoyed a great new year and rest day in Bariloche and decided to climb Cerro ( mount ) lopez on new years day . It was spectacular and one of the most amazing things wa sthat i met Pedro while i was on the way to the top , and this is no small mountain . Pedro has been climbing the mountains around Bariloche and all over south america for more than 60 years , he was well over half way up when i cam e across him , he is 88 years old and what an inspiring man he is
|Pedro 88 years old and still climbing mountains .|
|Medicine man ...facing south|
|Mohican warrior ... facing north|
|bricked up cave in the middle of nowhwere on route 63|
I also met myself of 30 years ago while i was going up the pass , a young chap( 20 maybe ) in a T shirt and jeans was walkin down the pass towards me and way behind him i could see a car parked at the top of the pass . He had tear stained eyes but asked me in a cheerful voice in if i was enjoying my walk , i told him i was and ask where he was walk too , He told me he was just walking away from his family because they upset him . so obviously in dispute in the car he had decide to jump out and stoem off in a huff ( just the kind of thing i would do ) . i told hm that it would be a long road back if he kept going the way he was and that he should walk with me back up the road even though this would be hard to. . I eventually left him with his family and pushed on . i had a farmer come down his road with his wife as thay had been watching me coming and wanted a pic as his son had told him i had been in the columbia store in Bariloche where he worked .
Later i was foshing in the river and was given a stern lecture ( not sure of all th econtent , that spanish thing again ) but thr jist of it was that i should only be using a fly ( mosche) in th eriver and my rod was for lakes only .
|Just out high school and on the road , 4 friends haing there own adventre , roberto , ignatius , hermos and matthuis|
|Ricky , Victoroa and Gabbi |
|Alysa , lone american cyclist heading south|
I met Alysa just out side San martin and she told me of a few good camping spots along th eroad . It quite brave as a single female to head out on a road trip on your own . She had been going for a month already and was the second solo female cyclist i had met .
I had a really long day and evenually got to a river where i found a fly fisher man , gustav , he had his car nidely concealed from th eroad and could speak a bit of english and said i could camp near him if i wanted ,. this i did and cooked a great meall and chatted to gustav who is an engineer specilizing in wind energy and renewable enrgy sources , he design wind turbines . Later i got in my tent and i saw the man from th eparks board coming , He had an animated discussion with Gustav for 30 minutes and i think Gustav was using me as and excuse to be camping in th e " no camping " area by sayin g that i had too becuase i was walking and he was just helping me . I decide my best stratergy was just to stay in my tent and the guy eventually left .
|Gustav and I at Rio Malaeo|
Just before getting i think i succesfully made a comp`lete fool of myself and had a good laugh for long time afterwards . this is what happened .
I was passin g the huge cliffs next to the river and chap and his family pulled up in an old ford van and he rolled down his window and produced a camera . i have become so used to eople passin g and taking picture thathgis was nothing really new for me so i stopped , straighted my pram and put aon a good pose for him , only for him to gesture to me to get out the way as he was taking a pictuire of the rock formations behind me. Samantha later in formed me these are well known .
That night iu camp in th epeopel belows property but never could establish there names .
Wht i could find out and really wish i coul dhave spoken spanish was that th eold man and his wife had both been very wellknown in th erodeo and he was a bull rider and she was a horse rider . they had some amazing picures of them doing wil dthings on horses and bulls . the other fellow was the grandson and he jsut wanted me to drink with him but i decided against it as it did not seem lik eit would end soon if i did .
|camping in the rain|
|my host - bullrider , horse rider , me , intoxicated fellow|
Just a side note for thiose who dont speak or read spanish the below sign can normally be found when approachin g a rown . you probably think you know what it means but you are actually incorrect . what it really meeans is " coke in th enext 2 km and signal to msg Sam " its my favoutire sign .
|on a break|
|End of a beautiful day |
|Chad and I at las lajas|
|stunning day out|
|Jean Peiree fro Itally who ihad seen anbout a mnth ago|
|Me , erica , dan and beth ar chos malal on rest day |
|worrying about th eweather at Tromen|
|Thats looks better ( note no snow )|
|novel use for a bike sprocket|
I soent the night in th esheep paddocks of a local small farmer next to the lake
next day thing slooked beter and i set of at 6 am . th eroute to th etop was just to follow a gully up to th erigde at 3800 m and then to do the last 200 by turning right .
It went fairly well although the rocks were all very loose and th eslopes were mainly scree and sand so it was a lot of two steps fporward and one step back . I reach the sumiit at 11 am and took some pictues . i saw a cloud coming and decided to leave,( shouls have checked pictures before i left as i cut half my head of )
|view from 3800 m|
|water and snow inside the cone|
|me on top without a head|
|better pic on top of tromen|
|into th econe of the volcano|
|snow on tromen|
I met a german coule couple , joel and tomas , they were the only vechile ui hd seen al day on the ruta 37 .
they stopped and shared some food and water with me . later isaw them stopped in the distance and as i got closer th eroad got worse and aworse until they had decide to stop as the 4x4 could not go further and they turned back .
|Thomas , joel and i|
|yes this is a road|
|and more of 37|
|Maria julia and Silvio|
Th enext day was on dirt the whole day and i am amazed what a dirt raod does to peopel in cars , they seem to change , at leats 20 vechgiles stopped to offer water , take photos or just chat , however when on tar no many stop at all . bekow are some of the folks i met
|Crossing the rio grande river|
|Armadillo scratching for ants|
I reach the town of bardas blanca and was having a nap whe i heard horses .
i t turned out to Gilles and Anna , he is from belgium and she is from new zealand , the are travel south america on horse back . we had a great time in th ecamp site , gilees cooked us steak rolls and we had 2 lites of wine to wash it down with . they both have spennt years all over africa working for doctors without borders , fascinating stories .
|Anna and Gilles in camp |
I managed to badly overspend but it was worth it . i thouroughly enjoyed meeting them and hope our paths cross again soon but amazing for once my pace is quicker than theres :)
you can read more about there trip at www.thegreathorsetrip.com
That it for now !