We made it into La Paz in the dark. Gee whiz, I wouldn’t want to do that again. The traffic was full stop. Inching through every kilometer breathing in tons of bus exhaust. The pavement has been sunken so much with those wheel ruts that it’s impossible to lane split to get ahead. That was a tough one. We found a pocket of hostels to start checking on...
The next few days were really full in Potosi trying to organize the memorial. It’s not a funny time at all, but Patrick and I couldn’t help but to chuckle when we picked up a little marker for the site. Kevin had a much longer and fulfilling life than we knew! We finally have all the materials and the builders organized so we can head out to get started...
Around the Koala hostel in Potosi, Patrick and I met and talked to the owner of the place to see if he would know anybody who could help us build the memorial for Kevin. The guys we found ourselves by asking in hardware shops really tried to put the screws to us. Not only did the owner help us, he knew Kevin! What?? For real? He said he remembered very well. ...
My last night in Humahuaca Argentina I got a message from a facebook friend, Gustavo Prado. He and his girlfriend are only one village away and wondered if we could ride together in to Bolivia. It was like an answered prayer! I can not say enough how nervous and not wanting to ride in that country alone I was.. and out of the blue his message. Wow! and Yes! Ahh...
After I left Mendoza Argentina I headed east. My new plan is to spend a month or so in Buenos Aires. I have been looking for an apartment or room to rent as cheap as possible, and my goal was to take a break from life and just work on catching up the blog. No more traveling or exploring if I can help it at least for a while. Since Kevin passed away, I have been in...
From Santiago I decided to ride straight over to Mendoza Argentina. I didn’t really want to go there, as it was the last place Kevin and I decided to meet on his way down here before he died. Mendoza is wine country and we thought it would be fun to meet there to enjoy the wineries. So going there alone did not appeal to me at all. However it is the perfect...
The day after Kevin died, Walter and Barton decide we should not ride as intended. At lunch time, they made another decision that they should get Sherri Jo drunk.. “Kevin would want you to get drunk..”. They’ve never met Kevin, however they were doing anything they could to cheer me up, so I went to lunch with them. I had two sips of a pisco sour...
After a long couple of days riding around the dirt roads of Chile on the 990, we found a little cabin to stay in for the night before turning back to Santiago in the morning. I had just said at lunch time with the boys that I hadn’t heard from Kevin in a couple days. Not totally unexpected. I know where Kevin is and I know where he is going. Bolivia is the...
We made it to Santiago! Just in time too. It was pure highway. I’m still not happy with the sound of the bike. But we arrived in the dark and back to their hosts house, Martyn and Katie, to find a note saying they had left for dinner and where to meet them. Santiago is a cool town and when we walked into the restaurant, I knew immediately I was in trouble. ...
From Camp Atacama we ride back to Camp Murray. This time I get to travel the river bed on four wheels which is super fun and very different from my wild ride a few days ago on the Husaberg! I never seem to get photos in the really difficult parts as I’m holding on with both hands. So looking at these photos, it looks a whole lot easier than it really was.. but...