Running South

It was finally the end of the road… there was no place to go but north.  South has always meant warmth, palm trees, and tropical humidity to me.  Now “south” began meaning cold, remote mountains and the lure of the north and its warmth pulled.  With a heavy heart, I pulled my motorcycle into a u-turn at the end of the pavement, pointing the compass north. Continue reading “Running South”

Chasing Giant Chickens

In Argentina, we are celebrities.

In most countries, the arrival of three comparatively large motorcycles draws all sorts of attention, and we are sometimes approached by people. But in Argentina, people want photographs with us in them! And, at least half of the oncoming vehicles will flash their lights and wave; vehicles we pass will stick their fists out the window with an encouraging thumbs-up sign. It’s great!

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