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Working Remotely in Bariloche, Argentina (Patagonia)

Buying Cannabis Bariloche

The former is entirely paved, while the latter is a relatively remote off-road journey that ventures off into the sparsely populated and barren pampa of the Patagonian Steepe, crossing a couple of high-ish passes. You can probably guess which way we planned to go. There is excellent craft beer, but it can only be encountered at three points along the route: the start, Meliquina, and the finish, and also in Bariloche, which is technically off route. But, back to the story. Map here , and at end of post. We rode at quite a high pace for a few hours — the urgency coming from a latish start and the excitement of riding south again — but stopping at the Rio Pichileufu we realised we were hot and tired and decided to lie down for a 10 minute break before continuing to another small stream 12km up the road to camp. Our hiking mission up to Laguna Toncek must have taken more out of us than we thought, because within moments we both passed out for about half an hour. When we woke we were dizzy and unmotivated so we decided to call it a day there and ride in cooler conditions in the morning it was about 30C, even in the late afternoon. We set up camp on an inviting patch of grass but as the evening cooled camp became overrun with hundreds of biting ants, so halfway through cooking dinner we had to abandon camp and move to another site. Early mornings out here are stunning, with no wind and warm light. With the landscape relatively unchanging, the sky becomes my focus, with so much of it visible and impressive clouds streaking across above us. The few farms and dwellings we pass by seem to be abandoned, if not completely derelict. This rusting carcass of a car from a bygone era. I think the driver was just as surprised to see us. Bart and Tess were heading north from Ushuaia right through South America. We chatted for a little while before wishing them well for the incredibly diverse journey they have ahead of them. We had tailwinds all day, and the ride feels increasingly remote as you cross the highpoint at m. From there, there is a final climb and then a long descent towards Fitalancao. But as we rode on, hurried along by a strong wind, the sky began to darken. We could see distant rainfall and the cloud thickened above. It looked like it was going to be a race for the shelter of the abandoned railway station at Fitalancao before the thunderstorm hit, but we took it carefully on this rocky descent for fear of cutting a tyre at a bad time. Thunder rumbled and fat rain drops began to hit our backs as we sped along the flatter part of the valley, feeling the urgency to make it to shelter. A sanctuary of sorts lay at the abandoned Estacion Fitalancao and we took shelter in the only usable room there, the others having no roofs or destroyed floors. A hook hanging from the door lintel with blood spattered below it, a discarded sheepskin and a fire in the corner of the room told a story. As did the the writing scrawled on the walls, with one person writing that the nearly derelict room had once been their classroom. So isolated is this place that the school was part of the rail utilities. After a couple of hours the rain stopped and the gale wind eased and we wandered outside into beautiful golden light that snuck under the storm clouds. The only sound was the wind swooshing through the poplar trees. We were totally alone out there. It was part of a broader network that was meant to unite southern Argentina with the main Argentine Railway Network. The network was planned in , but was fraught with obstacles almost right from the start. Some sections were never connected to others and the disruption of the First World War caused further problems. Wikipedia reports that travel on the train, when operational, was so uncomfortable and slow that passengers would disembark and walk alongside the train at some points on its journey. By the s improvements in highways and vehicle speeds, as well as difficulty maintaining the remote railway began to lead to its abandonment. These days two very short sections of this once km long railway operate for tourism further south, one from Esquel and one from El Maiten. But once essential stations such as Fitalancao are gradually returning to nature. The one open food shop was well stocked enough for us to buy supplies for three days. This estancia looked to be abandoned and judging by the state of the poplar trees its water supply had ceased. As we rode up the track from the valley below we encountered a truck coming our way. The occupants were an older man and his son, both dressed in traditional farming clothes, with the older man wearing well polished knee high leather riding boots. A steep and rough road climbed away from the farm, and then we rode across a high, exposed mesa-like section, with views of empty steppe in every direction. Chorizo and red pepper stew with instant mashed potato was dinner that night. This contoured around the hills for a while before dropping steeply down to cross the Rio Chubut. A narrow bridge crossed the Chubut, and entertainingly a stray herd of goats thought we were the bosses and followed us across, until the goat herd spotted them and came running over to redirect them. We joined the Ruta 40 briefly and then turned off to Leleque, which is not a town, but a solitary museum just a few kilometres off the Ruta 40, and a little further down the road, a large estancia. Beyond Leleque the route we had plotted followed a road designated as the Ruta Nacional 2S40 for 60km to the paved RN The only tyre marks on it were our own. A line of long abandoned utility poles crossed the pampa beside us. Although we saw no humans, we saw quite a few guanaco and even a few suri, which are a large flightless emu-like bird native to Argentina. Where a line of rolling stock lay silently, slowly being ravaged by this harsh environment. A manufacturing badge I spotted on one carriage showed it was Belgian in origin. We rode on, crossing a couple of arroyos, where we saw a few cattle until we were in sight of Estacion Mayoco, where we planned to camp for the night. This bridge to nowhere almost shut down that plan, but it was still just connected to terra firma. This partly explains why the road appeared unused. Estacion Mayoco was the most intriguing of the stations we visited, because it felt like a ghost town and had been a small community of railway workers. There were several huts in a row beside the tracks and they were built from wooden railway sleepers. Winters here are savage so it must have been a bleak place to live. And a final look back at Mayoco from the cemetery. Later, where the road joined the RP12 there was another locked gate. We joined the Ruta 40 shortly later and battled on into a strong headwind to reach Esquel for a luxurious Sunday cafe lunch, before continuing to Trevelin for the night. In Trevelin we Googled for more information about this strange section of road, that appears to be public, but is behind locked gates. Not to mention the historic railway stations that are inaccessible. The land is actually owned by Benetton the famous Italian fashion brand who own 2. As we rode into Esquel we saw on display one of the original engines, tidily restored, which made quite a nice post script to this chapter. Trevelin marked an important moment in this journey. Thanks for reading! Wow, you guys really got out into the good stuff! Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. All of your long-distance bikepacking questions answered here…. Sign up here to receive email notification of new blog posts and occasional newsletters. Close Search. Late January Continuing south within Argentina from Bariloche, long distance cyclists are faced with two main choices: the Ruta 40 to El Bolson, or the Patagonian Beer Trail. The next morning began with a wade across the river. I guess it must get hot some days…. The buildings in the photo above were at the main farm. Some clever gate closing methods are employed out here. Freedom defends itself. We are seeds in the wind that flourish in the fight. There were two more abandoned stations enroute, Lepa the first. We walked right around, exploring every inch. And made camp out of the wind in the shelter of one of the huts. More soon…. Share Share Tweet Share. Say thanks with a one-off donation, or check out our Bikepacking guide. Join the discussion 3 Comments. February 15, at am. Leave a Reply Cancel Reply My comment is.. Share Tweet Share Pin. Read our Bikepacking e-Book. Subscribe Sign up here to receive email notification of new blog posts and occasional newsletters. About Us Mark Watson, Photographer. Spring nearly! Saturday on the one and only Ban. The variety of forest encountered on the Old Ghost. Two different otsocycles set ups for our recent w. Here's a few photos from a Matariki weekend missio. Follow on Instagram. Mark Watson.

Buying Cannabis Bariloche