Big driving days
Now time to cover some ground. The bottom chunk of Argentina just stretches on and on and on with little happening between settlements. We need to put some serious driving days in so that we can start to cover it. So off we go.
Driving days are fairly dull to report: I’m down in my little bath-shaped world, Mike is navigating everything that the road, the weather and the locals throw at us. I’m in charge of what we listen to – a headphone splitter means that we can both listen to the same thing. We love our podcasts of late – the hours and hours of driving pass much faster when divided into hour long chunks of riveting chat.
The difficulty with this batch of driving days (to and from Cordoba) is the heat. The temperature is a sweltering 39′c which makes for very sweaty days in the sidecar. The wind blowing into our faces as we drive is oven-hot and there’s not a cloud in the sky.
I enshroud myself in nuclear-bunker-wall quantities of suncream.
We pitch our tent just off a petrol station forecourt and pass a night filled with the rumblings of trucks and the crapping of birds on the tent. Good times.
Camping at gas station, Malena. View of tent.
Camping at gas station, Malena. View from tent.
