Kilometers to Date: 1039 km (623 miles)

But Tauru has a hard time seeing them. Imagine riding this and only seeing ~10% of this image at a time. "Left 5 inches," Christi calls out. Using knobbies could have helped, but the visual situation is worse than that. And we steer off a tire track into gravel and take a spill. Luckily we weren't going fast (we couldn't!). Christi takes a breather and checks out her wounds. 10 kilometers down -- 55 more to go. Squint your eyes and find a track. A day's hard work on the ripio for us means 45 kilomters (27 miles). We stop at this one-man police outpost for the night. He's a first responder who has radio contact with the outside world in case of any emergency. The ripio ripped us, but this little puppy healed us. He's absolutely adorable! Ripio? What was that? It never happened. Ready for a handshake? He sees Tauru. Caught! So cute! Tauru and the policeman. The policeman lives out here by himself and only goes into town once a month to stock up. So he's happy to host cyclists passing through. Grrrr... the ripio continues. 20 more kilometers. That's 12 miles and two hours plus for us. Tauru fixates on the passing ground as Christi eyes ahead to tell him where he's going. Other cyclists had expressed their concerns that we wouldn't be able to see well enough for this section of the ripio, and perhaps they were right. Tauru's field of view. When he looks ahead, all he sees is a monochrome color of dirt. Where's the track? But Two Blind to Ride pushes on. We can do it! No one's going to tell us we're "too blind to ride!" Not even the ripios! After three bone-jarring hours and 20 kilometers, we make it to the paved road at the El Cerrito intersection. Tauru takes a breather. The hat underneath his helmet helped block out the sun's glare so that he could see the road. Happy to see pavement again. Really happy! In El Calafate, we celebrate with beer in the palace! 4-person tent too big and a waste of weight? Not for us. 1039 km (623 miles) so far and visible on the globe. Argentinian camping is pretty fun! Tents are pitched wherever there is space. Tauru gets some things from the tent, which is next to another similar tent. Doite is like Coleman in South America and there are a lot of them. The morning after... parties with loud music, singing, and laughter filled the whole night. That is, the WHOLE night! People were happy and sleep was just something you had to do. This recipe for life seems delicioso. Page 1 Page 2