Malleo, Argentina
We’re back in Argentina after a month in Chile. Though we chose a road that is mostly paved, the 40 km of gravel was so bad that we had to get off our bikes and walk for 6 km. After crossing the border at 6 pm we knew we wouldn’t make it to the nearest town tonight, and weren’t prepared to camp. Luckily, a small store at a national park trailhead carried meager provisions; so we bought a can of tuna, a can of beans, and a bottle of beer. Cycling downhill with the wind was slow-going until we reached pavement and then flew for the last 40k in an hour-and-a-half. We are camping wild near rapids on the Malleo river and a cold meal from cans never tasted so good.







