This is what bikepacking and touring is actually like. Hm. its not really all that badRead More
heading out into the heart of the Andes and the land of the volcanoes on a pushbike.Read More
The ride out of Santiago, Chile and the beginning of the Great Patagonian Hike-A-BikeRead More
Overview of traveling with power banks, dynamo and solar to keep your electronics chargedRead More
The paved highway is not the only way from Mendoza to Santiago, there is a horse trail that can take bikepackers and hikers alike between the two big cities.Read More
Its been a while since riding tarmac and main roads. Its really not that bad!Read More
The road to Rodeo through the valley of bones. Some of the most remote parts of the Argentinian Puna.Read More
Riding and “riding” along the high Puna’s highest passes to the highest crater lake in the world and a roadless 5600m pass.Read More
Six miles north, part 2. More of the puna in northern argentinaRead More
Riding the six miles north route from Chile to ArgentinaRead More
After a nice stop at the Train Graveyard I went onto the road for 4km or so. I couldnt help but think that the road is a little crooked and all these people must spend hours tilted 5-10 degrees to the side? My initial plan to ride the train tracks west was changed by the howling wind, if I turn more south, i will get one hell of a tailwind and so I did. I pre-loaded a lot of maps while browsing in town so I had some different options. It’s a miracle I made it out today after I took long to pack, eat, visit immigration (to check visa duration) and all….
As a bonus, I will reach some more varied parts and hills and all that, a bit of climbing but more to see and more wind cover
really makes you wonder what all these animals eat, there really doesnt seem to be much but thorns and sharp, dry grass out here
I found reasonably sheltered spot for the night among some odd rock formations, so glad to be out of the salt and the sand, even if for a night
In the morning it was a nice ride to a little town where I found water and also a very good lunch and fruit. Prices, for where it was were very good and I took the chance to load up again on extra food I may need over the next week or so to Chile
When I talked to the store owner who had a car he looked at my route and suggested something else, it’s only sand he said. I said good, thats what i want.
it wasnt exactly easy going and quite a bit of walking at times but what worried me was a giant dune I could see from far away. Which in turn turned to be somewhat hardened sand and more rideable than the road itself
then I found a salty riverbed which I rode uphill until it joined with another road
there was an excellent cover from the wind and a luxurious dinner with potatoes and tomatoes and onion! I even had a can of condensed milk for coffee in the morning.
In the morning I inspected the lights I saw at night and it must be a mine
then it was my turn to be inspected by the wild burros
The rocks got more odd-looking and there were even condors in the air. Not all of them had the white collar but they were still just as big
for some odd reason there were plenty of donkeys out here…
and the Vicunas would just see me and run up a ridge (like 3-400m vertical) just for the fun of it… me, i’m huffing and puffing to barely keep up walking pace on a road…
The road got quite bad that I followed few moto tracks onto the riverbed, it was a bit of a shortcut and in general I think better riding surface than the road
I already set my goal for today and it was to stay near this nice pointy mountain
This is one of the three moving vehicles I saw during this entire post, all the way to Chile.
The road had very nicely designed signs which made me worry a little, from what I heard for the last section of Bolivia there is a hefty 150BOB ($30CAD) to pass by. After the feeding frenzy in Uyuni, I had 30BOB to my name which was just enough to cover the 1 day visa fine, if for some reason I get delayed.
I stopped at this funny little town, the kids watched me with curiosity but none was brave enough to talk to me, to see how my stove works although when I was at the store buying eggs I came out and they were all touching the bike and the tires, haha
only a few were brave enough to remain when I asked for a photo while filling up water at the school
The prof told me I am leaving on the main way out of town but I wonder if he meant I came on the main road, because this was NOT the main road
While setting up my tent, a wind gust took out 3 stakes and the tent body and I started running after it. I dont think i’ve ran like this ever, if I didnt catch it it will be gone…. it will reach argentina before me for sure and I’ll have to sleep wrapped in my tent fly somehow for the next little while…. I barely got it, i was out of breath, tired but… well…. I will need to make sure I have something heavy inside next time.
The road was bad at best and I really doubted many people drove this way
I had 3 days left including today and with the bottom bracket I was already concerned I would could damage the crank shaft. A detour to the highest road in the world (5800m!) was not really an option, epsecially if the winds continue blowing from where i am heading (west-ish). Water was also a worry, as I only saw one stream yesterday in the afternoon and the lakes were likely sulphury or salty or at best just full of flamingo…. um, excretions.
The good news is I found a nice stream, fresh cold water (better than any town’s water Ive seen so far and no funny foam when boiling!)
somewhere around 1-2pm the wind was just too strong to ride (considering the bottom bracket) and I just walked my bike the rest of the day, even on the downhils. I set up with some okay wind cover for the night.
A check of the crank shaft (which in the absence of a proper tool is done by unscrewing the bolt holding the driveside crank and riding until it falls off) showed barely/minor damage so I continued riding it (although trying to put most force on the non-drive side pedal stroke to avoid more damage. After noon there wasnt much riding, only on the downhills.
I was getting ready to ration my last liter of water when I spotted a little stream, coming out of nowhere and disappearing into the sand in few kilometers.
With the wind increasing it felt really pointless walking in the evening, I found some rock cover and I’d need to leave early in the cold but calm weather tomorrow. That wind is tough, wow.
It was about 4500m elevation but it was extremely cold, water bottles inside the tent were frozen solid (note: i’ll need to take better care of the nalgene because it can break!). I wanted to go and take a photo of the frozen flamingos but they have normally flown away when they see me from afar… these shots from planet earth 2 must have been with some super zoom camera!
The road went up on such a little incline that it was barely noticeable, without wind the sun felt very strong
after the pass, oh boy. full force headwind coming from the pacific ocean. I was running good on time but this will be pushing it, I was able to ride most of the downhill but when the grade got lighter I just walked my bike for the rest of the day (minor riding brakes)
I wondered what kind of an encounter it would have been if this military base was manned, hmmm!
at some point I stumbled upon a bike track, I could see the zig-zag, the lane changes, footprints. Ha, its not easy riding here! A standard bike would certainly involve a lot of walking.
since noon I was counting my hours and approximate distance, I estimated 5km/h with the wind was a good walking pace and was aiming to be there before 5 in case they close. Now the funny thing is that with this wind, after 4 it becomes very cold. I made it at 5:20 to the border post and got stamped out, I wasn’t asked to take off my hood or anything…. hmm… border guy told me chile immigration is in 5km although both journals I read said it was in San Pedro de Atacama.
Chile had pavement but I still walked with the wind, kind of riding slight downhill sections. The immigration building seemed quite fancy but there were no signs, no work hours, nothing. I sat there for 5min drinking my ice cold water and then knocked on both front and back doors. Nothing, it must be in san pedro then.
I put on rain pants but was too cold to undo the top (also high chance of breaking the zipper since it was almost gone) and dig my down jacket in my bag to put it on. I just decided to roll on down as far as I can, preferrably under 4000m. Despite the wind the grade along with the pavement were enough to get me rolling downhill at a pretty reasonable but cold pace.
At San Pedro I met with a friend of a friend and also received a nice package from USA for the next leg, instant mash potatoes and chilli!!!
there was just one little problem…. immigration was not in sand pedro but up at the pass and I will need to go back there to get a stamp. There is no bus going there and its either buy a spot on a tour going to the salars on the chilean side or hitchhike. I walked out of town to try and find a ride but there wasnt much going up or going down for that matter. A man going to buy some goat cheese at the last ranch (around 4000m) gave me a lift
from here it was about 12km to the border so I just decided to walk it, of course flag down a car if i see one (all trucks were going downhill at this time of the day)
I made it to the post, already cold and knocked a bunch of time, eventually somebody saw me and they let me in. Boy its so warm in there! They easily stamped me in and asked me how am I going to get back to San Pedro, I said I’ll hitch a ride. It was about the same time as yesterday when i rode down and I clearly remember few trucks passing down after I set up my tent. They said ok, we’ll find you a ride and everyone from the office came outside with me. haha, if that doesnt make my day i dont know what will!
I was just getting worried about them freezing when a pickup drove up and talked to one of them (people from switzerland were just driving up in a rental car to ask some questions), they took me in on the way down and i feel really bad for them for having to be in an enclosed space with me and about two weeks of no laundry (and 7 days without shower).
and to top it off right as I made it walking to my friend’s place, the brazillian grill was well underway!
along with the happiest dog in the southern hemisphere!
meanwhile I can take few days to fatten up and maybe make a new video. Sadly the tablet/laptop hasnt been doing quite well from charging issues (requiring me to open back and disconnect/reconnect the battery) to screen shut offs and funny colors. Nontheless, with some care and a lot of patience I put the new video together, it was in a way tougher than riding it! oh and the render marathon took 14h total with an error but the file plays fine so i hope it works
meanwhile if you have made it this far, haha! you can check out the early link to the video here
next up is the Six Miles North in Argentina…. i may be away from internet or anything until early january…
route here (2nd part from Uyuni:
taking the backroads toward the Salars of BoliviaRead More
Wandering through the rocky lands of the smiling llama and through some of the toughest trails (if you can call them that) of cordillera realRead More
walking and biking along the rainy Apolobamba range toward Sorata, BoliviaRead More
instead of going south, why not ride north to the border and see more alpacas and mountainsRead More
The last bit of this stretch into La Paz before returning to work in canadaRead More
riding from Macusani through the land of gold to the Bolivian border at TiticacaRead More
part one of the Las Tres Cordilleras bikepacking route starting at the end of Ausangate.Read More
It has been almost 5 months here in Peru and just like any other long stay like that I had the urge to change country, scenery and experience. Eventually the constant up and down in the rain can get tedious and all these beautiful mountains and remote mines start blending together into something less exciting and interesting that they normally are. Ausangate, however held promise of not only snowcapped giants and rideable singletrack and it was just the start of another route pioneered by Cass Guilbert and the Dammer brothers (legends of south american bikepacking).
A short ride down the highway and a pleasant climb up a nice valley led toward the Ausangate trek. Only if it wasn't for the looming clouds and impending rain. Was it a mistake going in during the rain season? I managed to scrounge a quick lunch from a tourist buffet and when I went out a wet dog was waiting by my bike.
We were immidiately friends, it was hard to tell who was wetter or who smelled worse. He took my safety very importantly and made sure that the cows kept their distance.
He was not a big fan of water.
We made our way to the trail but all there was were few houses and half a bridge over a very strong stream. I carried the bike and the dog over the first part but the main part was just too strong. The roar of the water was demotivating as I scouted up and down with no luck. I went to ask a woman at the nearby huts if I can cross but she didnt speak spanish. She talked and talked but it was not spanish.
It was late in the day but I needed to find a way across. Open street maps shows a tiny trail heading up adjacent to the river and ending mid way up. Perhaps I can cross further up and free for all it down the mountainside to the trail?
I met a man on a horse and asked him if he can take me over the river. He said he had another horse that can cross it but said there are two more bigger rivers further up. He also spoke very basic spanish but on the bright side I learned the Kechua word for river: "Mayo" as he kept repeating it throughout. Or maybe that was the word for "you are an idiot and you should go back"!!!
I told him we will talk tomorrow but I wanted to see where this old road up the mountain went maybe to a bridge? A river crossing looming over your nights dreams is not a good idea. But I wasnt alone in this, the wet pooch decided I was worthy of following and I decided he was worthy of getting carried across streams he cant jump over.
But just the sound and the force of the river was unsettling. Just being near it, it was a constant reminder of how powerful water can be...
(having encountered a group that lost 1 hiker on the canol trail, I was perhaps a little more respectful of rivers...)
In the fading light I spoke to a shepherd who told me there was a bridge further up. A bridge!!!
Just a kilometer or two in the dark across the pampa and I was far enough from the roaring water. I set up in the rain and me and dog ate decent pasta dinner with sasuage and onion.
I woke up at the middle of the night to find about 4-5 other dogs near the tent barking at my buddy and him barking back. Just seeing their eyes glowing in the pitch black dark with the reflection of my headlamp was a little scary... but i know they were all dogs...
And the morning revealed a white wonderland.
I spoke with a woman about directions but she didnt speak much spanish. Waving and pointing I think there was a trail over the hill.
Then I saw a ridge standing over the valley... worthy of a little detour
It was truly a dream ride, the views and the sun. The kind where you keep stopping and hoping it will last forever.
Finally a singletrack descend to where the main trail is.
And this mountain. I dont know its name but it just looked so good with the fresh snow and the clouds and the sun.
While it dodnt rain, the snow melt surely added to this river but it was not all that bad. I crossed few times, one for my backpack and electronics, one for the bike, one for the dog.... and just because it was so much fun, one for the camera!
Then it was time to rest.
Dog was dry in the sun and pretty cool to pet too. He ran up and down chasing birds and vicuñas, sniffing stuff and sometimes I thought he left but he would reappear just behind me. I called him Shadow, Amigo and My Friend. We normally have 3 names, why cant dogs have 3 names too???
There was even improved trail. I reckoned you can ridge a moto over this pass!!! Well until that river.
I kept pushing until late but a rather odd stone house caught my attention across a lake, it was a shelter and best of all clean enough to sleep in there in my tent.
Now if you looked earlier at the lady shepherd and she wore sunglasses. I didnt. I didnt wear my sunhat either that day. While it still remains a mystery, I think I was snowblind. I simply couldnt open my eyes and look without excessive tears. I packed up but it was no good. I couldnt travel today. I spent all day in the tent with my eyes closed alternating between coffee, hot chocolate and noodles. Dog didnt like noodles.
He liked to be outside, getting wet... probably thinking "human, why dont you come outside??? its nice here!"
But also chilled indoors too.
Now the funny part was that the rain/snow or the clouds never let up. I was camped at a lake infront of a giant glacier on the western side of Ausangate but all i saw was this:
A man showed up to charge me money for being here, as is the custom on popular tourist treks in Peru. We negociated the 40soles to 10 ($3) and then I just invited him to hot chocolate instead. He told me to keep an eye of my shoes because people here steal hikers shoes. I told him i have the dog!!!
In the morning it almost cleared up. Dog and me waited for a bit but no luck. The fear of missing out was there, what if I never see the Nevado? But something has changed along the way, something like this would upset me before but no, not now. I was just passing by, riding, riding for the feeling. It didnt matter if it rained or snowed or hailed.
Pooch was also riding for the feeling or for the food, who knows. I feed him well!
We traversed an amazing, relatively flat and surely rideable ridge. Great views but the clouds did not let up.
I rode hastily around some hotsprings and houses, fearing someone might come out with a notepad and receipts to collect a fee and pushed for a proper pass, as somebody had his bike stolen overnight here.
Trail zoomed down ranging from improved trail to rideable to various states of mud and disrepair (still rideable on a fat bike).
A lake viewpoint caught my attention, it would mean no frost on the tent in the morning and dog was all like "well... whats for dinner?" So i set up camp here.
It was below the snowfields and the glaciers. More ice and snow peeked through the clouds promising beyond real scenery...
We caught a little sunset but alas, it was all clouds.
And then you wake up in the morning and this is what you see!
No matter how many coffees or chocolates I could drink, the clouds didnt want to go away.
A sensible trail let right up, promising at times to reveal all the ice
The pass was cold and I was more excited to ride down. Which at times was rather steep and the corners a little too narrow to turn without putting a foot down.
At a 4600m lake, a reminder that this remote trek is a donkey-mule-tourist bonanza in the summer.
The ride down was smooth and eventually roaded.
My friend headed off near a village. Maybe he didnt want to run along, maybe he had a family,
maybe he didnt want to adopt me
or maybe he was the legendary hero dog guide of the Ausangate circuit.
He who leads stray hikers across 5000 meter passes and roams some of the most beautiful mountains in the world. Maybe his life is here where he can be of help. You would hear about him in a distant hostel or on a journal somewhere across the world wide web.
Is he real?
Or just the Shadow of Ausangate.
Maybe ill be back one day to cut his nails and shampoo him.
Laraos and its donkey mating lake was wonderful but I had to leave the bed and a roof behind in favor of a couple more high passes.
The climb was gloomy and sometimes rainy. I wondered about venturing in one of the abandoned mines and while wondering about the safety of it, an ankle deep surprise section of mud made the decision for me!
I wasn't too excited about sleeping near the pass so I settled for a 4500m roadside gem with decent views.
It was one of these days where you look at the topo map, at the mountain ahead and wonder... "how???"
Then you remember that its about the mines. Hearing the blasting from far away and feeling the tremors when nearby. A mining pickup pulled over and invited me for lunch and wifi! They even scooped another portion of decent miners food for dinner! Miners are friendly people and although i missed an odd looking mining excavator by bare minutes, i am sure they would have scooped me and the bike and carried me up the hill!
and if you are wondering... yes! there was internet!!!
A grumpy pampa dog watched me as I took a break before the rain began. Huffing and puffing under the rain gear, the rest of the day was a cold and gloomy experience, easily forgotten the next time a little sun shines.
Somehow I had thought the climbs would be less frequent and easier but not really. The air is thin, roads sometimes rough and it goes up and down like the bitcoin.
I had a disappointing lunch at a dirty mining town and went up again under the warm sun and under friendly lady burros.
There was just something about the rocks and textures in the afternoon sun but a gust of wind can just take all the warmth away.
I hadnt intended to make it over this pass but going down to camp at 3500m was a good idea. A rock wall gave wind protection and cover from the nearby road. It rained as usual at night.
The morning promised a sunny day but it just rained all the way up to 4700m and waaay down to 3000m. I closely resembled the random wet dog that wanted to fistbump me at the pass.
wet dog bros!
Rain kept going as I finally made it to Huancavelica and immidiately found a rather nice chicken grill restaurant that had... chicken pizza... sadly taking photos was not really on my mind at the time. It has been a long, long time on the miner´s diet....
By now the impending visa time limit was rather a problem and I wasnt sure what to do. Consulting Scott Pauker's journal who rode from here to cusco, I did not find riding on main roads with similarly if not bigger climbs all that interesting and took a bus to near cusco, where I left the bike and went to reset my visa time.
En route I found a surprisingly good gaming cafe which made for a quick editing stop and a welcome break for See The World 24. It was really a game changing experience as I was able to preview footage in the timeline, speeded up or timelapese too. (normally i need to render each timelapse seperately to preview it, same goes for the 4k timelapse videos). The smell and sometimes the yelling of 10-20+ peruvians playing league of legends can be overwhelming but well worth it!! Here is the result:
in the meanwhile, the blog posts will get shorter as anything over 30 images per post just slows down and makes browser crashes. It took less time to make the STW episode 24 than to write ALL the journal entries :)