Getting sick in the beginning of a trip can feel a bit like the end of the world! Expectations are high and you are longing to hit the road but instead you need to rest, rest and rest… Anticlimax!
We managed to keep up the spirit thanks to all the stories the other cyclists that we met at the bakery in Tolhuin told us. We fed our urge to get going on the experiences and memories that came to live in front of us when we shared some fresh bread with our new friends.
These stories intrigued us at the same time as they added to the restlessnes that already had started to grow inside us. When the sickness had been defeated and Johanna was up and running again we felt readier than ever to get going.
We left Tolhuin behind and finally we were on the road! Unknowing of what was to come…
We tought being sick was a tough challenge but when we left the mountains behind the flatness spreaded out in front of us and we entered the kingdom of the wind. Battling the winds of Tierra del Fuego was not an easy task and we had to accept the fact that the wind possessed a stronger force than our legs.
The headwind became a big part of our everday life during the days that followed together with the llama-look-a-like: The guanaco. For a Swede the first sight of a Guanaco was very facinating but soon we realised that they were everywhere. A local farmer talked about them like they were vermins!
Some days the wind was in a really bad mood. Screaming in our faces and trying to force us off the road. Those days the only thing that kept us going was food! The breaks to snack on some cookies and when we cooked our daily bowl of pasta. The thing that became the icing on the cake during these days in the windblown and barren landscape was when we met friendly strangers. People who gave us water and let us camp on their land.
After a few tough days on the road it felt like a milestone to cross the boarder to Chile but before we could do that we were facing one last challenge.. a river crossing! The locals had warned us that it would be a hard task but when we got there it was no biggie. It hadn’t rained for a long time and the water level was low. It was more like a stroll in the park than a roaring river that would eat us alive. We reached the other side of the river a bit cleaner and curious about what Chile had in store for us.