1/9/20 – 1/17/20 Soph had been in Salta for about a week by the time I arrived. “Look look, look in the fridge.” I looked. There was fresh ravioli, fresh salami, olives, parmesan cheese, prosciutto, and basil. “And look over here.” Fine extra virgin olive oil, a fresh baguette, a local Malbec, and croissants. “They
1/2/20 – 1/7/20 The first day was mostly windless and uneventful. I stopped after a hundred kilometers near a small creek and set camp. I could have gone further but I knew it would be my last guaranteed water supply for two days and it made sense to leave in the morning well hydrated and
12/24/19 – 1/1/20 “I can only eat organic and he does not respect this so I am fed these terrible vegetables with the cancer all over them.” Tomas was a young Frenchman who was managing the hostel we were staying at in exchange for food and a place to put his tent. Although overreacting, he
12/18/19 – 12/23/19 I spent the first half of our day off in search of a spoke. I knew I wouldn’t find one, but figured I should look. Ollague is a strange place. People aren’t very helpful. In many places, when somebody points you to a random building you know that they really hope that