I have let this blog get too far behind and now am trying to play catch up. I am currently crossing Argentina on my bike, a Surly ECR gravel touring bike. I am planning to ride my bike to high elevations in the Andes, hence Cycling to the Sky. First up, once I cross the country, is Aconcagua.
Packing for the trip was, as usual, a mad rush and I did not get to say a proper goodbye to everyone. I was up late the night before putting everything together.
My flight would take me through Toronto, where I met up with my mom, and we continued on together to Buenos Aires. First we spent a number of days exploring the city.
After five days days we got on our bikes and headed north. We had originally planned to go south but heard that the neighbourhoods to the south were rough. Riding for most of the day we were still not out of the city.
When we found ourselves in Tigre we decided that it was a great place to stop. Its name came from all the jaguars that were in the area when Europeans first came (they mistook them for tigers).
The next day we finally made our way out of the city and got to see some countryside. And in a few days we were in a beautiful old Gaucho town called San Antonio de Areco.
The next day we headed back towards BA, it was hot, we had headwinds, and the traffic was terrible on a road with no shoulders. After 8 km mom wanted to try our luck at hitch-biking. I was skeptical and thought it would be better to slowly make our way along than stand with our thumbs out at the side of the road all day. But we decided to give it a try. We waited for vehicles that would be big enough to fit the bikes. The first was a van and the guy pulled over to apologize that back of the van was full and therefore he had no room for our bikes. The second was a mini van and it pulled over and we loaded it up. They were going 35 kilometres ahead to do some Christmas shopping. When they found out that we were trying to get to Buenos Aires they chose a mall 20 further than they had planned. They also refused to accept any money for the tolls past where they had planned to go. It was the first taste of the Argentinian hospitality I have come to know well since. That day we rode the rest of the way to Buenos Aires. And the next few days did some more walking around the city.
On December 17th I took mom to the airport and she was off, reluctantly, back to winter in Canada.