Just out of town the wind got even crazier and then I drove through a little pueblo and, presto!, it was blowing just as hard but in the opposite direction. Shortly thereafter I came across 3 Brasileros on the side of the road - fixing broken spokes on an aftermarket chinese rim- they have beautiful new Yamaha 660 thumpers but one guy decided black rims were to die for... The prior day he changed 14 spokes. Needless to say he wasted today looking for factory rims.
I played tourist today and went out to Peninsula Valdez - 390 km, about 240 on dirt roads, to see the same scenery as on the mainland with but, at the end of the road I was overjoyed to see a pod/herd/shitload of elephant seals sunning themselves on a beach... Hmmm
At the hotel there are a group of Scots driving 4 Austins (1929-1931) to Ushuaia from Buenos Aires; they're traveling around the world at 30 miles per hour.
Gonna hook up with the Brazilians and a couple of Danish riders later tonight and talk about heading south in the morning.
Nick
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