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^I`m riding a bike because I`m in a hurry...

walking would take to long.^ Risa

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A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it"
John Steinbeck

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The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” - Samuel Johnson

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These are the things I think about when I`m looking ahead for 12 hours a day. Or 10, or 6. It depends on many a thing. The weather had turned sour in the north and I was getting a little bored. So to excite things up a bit, I´ve taken up hitchhiking through boring parts. It provides me entertainment, a way to meet locals, and maybe a place to sleep for the night. But plans take a backseat when someone else has the wheel... or the reigns.

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Take buying a mule for example. It was 7pm and I was in a ranch-esque town. Wanted to head a little further, but it was late and I was tired. A 60-some year old rancher with a big hat picked me up and I helped him buy a mule. All fun and games, thought we would take the mule back to his place, have a cup of tea, call it a night. I had biked through beach-gravel in a headwind in the desert into a rainstorm for 6 hours and was knackered. This is how I felt seeing real road again after 6 hours. risa_035.jpg risa_011.jpg

So thought this mule might calm things down a bit. So as I´m sleeping in the mans car as we drive this mule hither and there, the man asks me ^would you like dinner?^ no thanks, i`m just tired. ^would you like dinner?^ No, just tired is all. would like to sleep. ^What do you want for dinner?^ A salad okay, I`ll have a salad. ^My mom invited us over for dinner. Let`s go to the market.^ It`s 1030pm mind you. And he`s 60, and his mom is 92...and she`s cooking him dinner? I`m still feigning sleep in the back of the car. So the market, the bread shop, another errand. Then we end up at a fancy restaurant.... I thought we were going to your mom`s for dinner? ^She didn`t have any food. What would you like to eat here....^ and a fancy dinner with eggplant and ravioli ensued.--at 12am. Then he proceeded to cruise around the city and show me all the clubs, take me back to his place and show me the fridge and ask if I was hungry. NO! I just want to sleep. By 2pm, I was snoozing, crept out in the morning as to not wake him and have a painfully long breakfast, only to find out I was 30 miles north of where I started. I´m heading SOUTH. This was not the plan.

Things like that happen on my trip.

Or take this for example.... My dad collects rocks, and I have brought him home rocks from 13 countries. So when I was biking through the Quebrada, which is equivalent to Utah Canyons, I found this awesome rock. Thought could put it on the back of my bike, work with gravity on the downhills, all is well. Turns out you can´t take anything from the Quebrada, It´s a national park or something. Whah? But I`m strong, thought I could outrun the police. Eventually, I had to throw the rock at him to make my getaway. Sorry dad, no rock so far.
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Bicycling is the nearest approximation I know to the flight of birds. The airplane simply carries a man on its back like an obedient Pegasus; it gives him no wings of his own.
Louis J. Helle, Jr.

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oh the excitment in the last few days.... BUT I DID get to sleep in a CHURCH...Storage shed!! one step closer. And last night, slept in a store that made homemade bread and really good pizza. So all hope is not lost.

Posted by risajs 12:10 Archived in Argentina Tagged el cafayate quebrada seclantas carill Comments (3)

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