domingo, 13 de abril de 2014

Eduardo!

Ok, I told you about Eduardo, here he is!
Eduardo has been another Road partner, a great road partner... we shared several kilometers of talking... his life, my life... and our girls... how I met my girlfriend... the issues we had, the refusal of her parents... it is just that when we are alone in the road, it is hard to not give up... it is hard to keep going forward...
my little princess!
It is in that precise moment when I think about her... and she gives me power to hold it and keep on moving... and don't say it is cheap snobbish, because I can bet that anybody is going to go through this!

I talked a lot with Eduardo about her, the reason of the name of my kayak, and he told me about his experiences and told me something that stays in my mind..."It doesn't matter if you are 15, 30 or 50 years old, love is going to be always the same feeling, it is no t that you love more when you are older or less when you are younger"
We never know from where are going to come the courage words, don't we?

This great person ride with me during 15 kilometers (10 mi), stopping the traffic with his bike on the jammed corners in order to make my task easier, and he even gave me his cereal bars to make me keep riding! If I keep meeting people like this, my trip is going to be much more easy I think! Godspeed to  Eduardo, I hope he reads this at any moment!

Juan!

Well, as I told you before, here is Juan:

This was the situation: I was with a major mechanical failure, alone, and close from a "complicated" neighborhood, despairing because of the situation and because of my fear of not being able to continue my trip, when I suddenly see somebody stop his bike next to mines... he get down, came and asked me if I needed some help... I told him the problem, and with a rope, he helped me out to resolve it.


There is a lot to say about Juan, he is a great person,an expert in mechanical arts, bike riding and kayak riding, and anything adventure related... But truly, Juan is an "old school" person! He didn't just helped me out, he advised me, recommended me, and accompanied me several kilometers just because ti was an "unsafe zone", like he makes me see. We shared a really nice talk, he told me about his life, I told him about mines,and the reasons why I was travelling. He gave me many information about the way I had in front of me, to be careful and unfortunately we need to split, since he had tasks to do.




















 I only have gratitude words for him, and best wishes, even if our meeting was short, Juan is the kind of people that we will talk about to our grandsons!

The departure

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Well... What can I say, I took the road on Wednesday,  with fears, uncertainties, without knowing what was waiting for me.... and I got to say that there was only good surprises one behind the other...


The beginning hasn't been very encouraging, I got to admit: the weight of the equipment was harder to move that I estimated, the length of the "convoy" made it very hard to drive it into the traffic, and the small trailer wheel span made the kayak flip over tree times that day... truly, I doubted of my idea for a moment. Since the start it had been a problem to get out of the garage where I kept the kayak the night before, it took me a long waiting time and many insults... People who lives in big cities is usually rushed and have no tolerance for waiting... although they don't really know why they are so hurry...

Then, the first stop... in a gas station, because while I was riding, I notice that the trailer wheels where low pressured, wich was making it harder for me to pull the "convoy"... Since my arrival already I felt curious eyes looking at me, like those on my way, where even bus drivers slowed down by mi side to ask me where I was going, and car drivers who opened their windows to take pictures of me and shout encouraging words... I don't know, but those details makes one's heart get full of joy, and feel the desire of keep riding.

The thing is I already was at the gas station, arguing with the air machine (that is designed for car wheels, not for kayak's trailer wheels, so I was afraid of a premature tire burst) 
 Here happened my first good surprise: three men taking a coffe at the station shop called me through the window to chat with me; they wanted to know where I was coming from, where I was going, details of my "convoy", details of my trip, times, etc. After a few minutes chatting, I went to the air machine to inflate the tires, and while I was busy with that, one of the men came to me, gave me a 100AR$ bill and said "take this dude, you gonna need it"... I can't explain the moment's feeling, a mix between hugging him and cry, and the only thing I could articulate was " I thank you from the heart, it means a lot for me!"...
Well, after this, arround noon I finally get out of Buenos Aires, less trail remaining... I stopped in a fast food place in Ciudadela and ask for a "choripan" with salsa criolla... At that moment I was planning to don't come back to Buenos Aires in a long time, and I felt I couldn't left this city behind without eating a genuine "choripan". Leaving this place I realized my first mechanical issue... trailer's welding where failing, because of this, the kayak was heeling over while I was riding, overturning each time easier...I suffered this problem for some kilometers, until I get to the Posadas Hospital, where I couldn't keep riding because of this... I felt really bad... thinking that my trip would be over even before getting out Buenos Aires's suburbs... In this precise moment, Juan appears, a grat person that helped me out with my problem, but ride for many kilometers on his bike with me too until close to Parque Leloir. When I get here I found a bike shop, where I was planning to buy a bike easel, since the instability of the bike due to the saddlebag's weight makes impossible to pose it anywhere... And even if they didn't have an easel that could resolve my problem, 
they helped me out to improvise a solution, give me hot water, and take a round of mates with me!! Here was where I knew Joaquin and his friend, two big biking enthusiasts that were by coincidence at the shop and shared with me a nice chat, local information and many mates. But the time was going by, the front wind was constant during the whole day and retarded a lot my trip,so if I was pretending to get somewhere with the daylight, I better keep riding...

A few kilometers after leaving Joaquin behind, the destiny put Eduardo on my way, another sportive and thanksgiving soul... who I shared some talk with and he shared water and food to me too!; It was a short meeting, there were a few kilometers still to get out the suburbs, and a few hours to this Wednesday... But that didn't stop Eduardo to ride with me until General Rodriquez, blocking the traffic with his bike in several opportunities to make my street crossing easier... As Juan told me, Eduardo aware me that I would be force to get into the highway, so, a few kilometers after leaving Eduardo, I didn't have option but to ride 15 kilometers (10 mi)  between Buenos Aires and Lujan through the West Access Highway...

What can I say about this... It has been by far my worst experience on a bike, and I hope to never have to do it again... but it allowed me to arrive to Lujan, where I got to stop because the day was over... I spent the night in a gas station, on the way out from Lujan to Mercedes; here I found this character:


To be honest, I can't remember his name, it was very late, I was very tired, and my camp wasn't set, but I do remember he was very kind and helpful, he offered me many things, like hosting and food, unfortunately I had all that resolved... We shared a long chat about trips, motorcycles and bikes,.. and then, having mounted my tent and swearing the amazingly bad phone reception that avoided me to talk with my girl, I finished the day getting deeply asleep...

sábado, 5 de abril de 2014

Well...

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Here I am... Last week I get fired, and this week I get without my apartment... Because of the economical instability that we live these days, incompetent supervisors that can't separate personal things from work things, and a selfish roommate that prioritizes his comfort that I get here now... but... the only fight that is lost is that one who is abandoned... So, far away from letting me defeat by the situation, I decided to get back to my beloved Patagonia to unplug me from the city, at least for a moment... And since I have time, I decide to do it in bike! Here it is the itinerary, for whoever that wants to see it:

My departure is imminent, so I will have many pics to share soon!

Lot of peace to anybody who reads this.