Tuesday, 2nd February, Rio Gallegos: cold driving
We’re just burning up the miles now. I take my place in the sidecar, wrapped up like an onion – in the absence of correct cold weather clothing, Mike and I have opted for layers. So I shoehorn myself into the sidecar like a puffed up Michelin Man, do up the sidecar cover and settle in for the long haul. Mike puts on his cheapy Costan Rican wellies, all the jumpers we have, the waterproof trousers (every little helps) and off we set for 8 hours driving. iPhone is fully loaded with all our favourite podcasts and off we set into the windy Patagonian wilderness.
Thankfully no rain. We’re just in “get this done” mode, not really thinking about what awaits us at the end of the journey, just head down, drive on…
Rio Gallegos is a reasonably sized city. We plan to spend two days here because we want to find Argentinian veterans of the Falklands war.
As we drive into town, looking for a place to stay, Mike swerves suddenly to the side of the road. “Oh my God! I have to get a photo, that’s hilarious!”
Tit Icecream. Oh how we laughed. (NB The Jacksons staring at us in the window. They’re everywhere)
