Travelers:
Cesar Augusto Of the Panta Keeps, and
Roberto Marcelo Vergara
Vehicle:
HONDA XL600V TRANSALP
14-01-2000
Cesar sent us an email saying:
(Hi all my friends to the Patagonia, in a few days more, I
will send you the history of my holidays in the south to Argentina, the
beautiful and hard PATAGONIA, of course in Moto, the great HONDA TRANSALP
XL600V
Thanks to:
Ben Jansen (El holandes)
Gail &; Erik Haws: (The travelers of the world in BMW)
Gerd Bauer (The Suzuki DR650 man
Katrin Bonng (La Alemana que mejor escuche hablar espaÒol)
Rita Bonng (The wonderfull's ;sky blue eyes woman)
Ito Daijiro (The Japanese funy man KLR 650 a Horse)
Ken McLean (The eternal traveler, triunph 900)
Kyoto Sumida (Thank you bery much for all -Alaska to
PATAGONIA- NX200)
Lucas Andres Orlando (El cuervo con el cual comi un asado
Argentino en el culo del mundo con Roberto y Sebastian, en la FALCONAVE
Mark Mandley (Thank you very much, never in my life I'll
forget when you give me the gasoline at the side the way, when my motorcycle was
empty to gasoline, with a squall to hard in the PATAGONIA. Always'll remember
that - IN A BMW).
Petra & Ralf (The most crazy travelers in Deutchland - IN A BMW)
Roman Africa Twin (El boga traga millas y su inefable
compaÒera LA HONDA AFRICA TWIN)
Sebastian y Gabriela (Los novios que viajaron de arriba - en auto)
Stefan (Thanks for The;dinner, the fideos was perfect - in XR 600)
Urs Kensen (The Africa twin 89's man with a tank to a Varadero 99).
(Cesar starts his journey, meets other world travellers and sees large mountains)
PAGE ONE
Having prepared previously and in meticulous form during 1 month, all the
necessary elements to pass some unforgettable vacations, with the purpose of
not having any type of frights regarding the moto, and us; after having
breakfast like it corresponds who won't return to their house until the
following month, of chequear all and each one of the tools, bags, clothes,
etc. we leave house at 10:30 hs o'clock.
We undertook the trip for the National route N 210, in Colonel Brandsen we
take the National route N 215 until San Miguel del Monte, there what point
waited really began: The trip for the NATIONAL ROUTE N3 until the end of
the world. We arrive to Las Flores, we take a couple of swigs and we meet
with the first international motoqueros; a Brazilian and their wife on board
an indefatigable BMW, they took journeys in 20 days 10.000 km.
The trip continued monotonous, stopping alone in Azul to load naphtha, until
I am time to save some kms. and we connect the provincial route N 76,
Southwest direction. Until here anything new, but, arriving to Olavarria
could see at the distance the first Sierra, they were the Sierras Bayas, I
can not explain the happiness that Roberto had to this height of the trip,
since in his life, the highest mountains that he had seen were Villa
Gessell's dunes, nevertheless it, we continue without stopping and alone we
stopped to take some mates in the Stream, El LoroÆ in Sierra de la Ventana.
I recognize that I, to this height of the walk felt as dog with 2 lines, it
had never been in Sierra de la Ventana, and it is truly, one of the
prettiest, calm and attractive places in the County of Buenos Aires, was
worthwhile to take a rest and to stop to observe the nature.
We continue trip until connecting the National route N 33 heading for the
South, we go by Bahia Blanca's suburbs until connecting the NATIONAL ROUTE N 3. Having opted for this road, from the first day we had saved ourselves
approximately 80kms. of monotony and we add him a bonus of happiness to our
eyes with the view of the Sierra of the Window, beautiful landscapes these
that we don't have our before in the following days again.
Already in the NATIONAL route N 3 undertook the one in route to properly
this Ushuaia, We were come the night and was necessary to rest, but we should
arrive at least to Viedma. Capital of the Provincia de Rio Negro. We were
tired, we had already changed several times of pilot in the moto, but the
fatigue you toward noticing. After Pedro Luro in the County of Buenos Aires,
where we have dinner something, we decides to managing, but already in trip
it continued I managed for inertia, and we all know about the dangers that it
dog carry for the health, to drive at night it is that state; until when
seeing to it removes big dog (but that I find dog that it was to Great Danish
with anabolics) sat down with cash of the route, looking at the stars and
waiting that it cuts the traffic light to cross the route, and we plows
crossed to I will make (it seemed to kangaroo), I returned to the reality, I
diminished the speed at 80km/h (the whole trip went at 110km/h), we look for
to place where to throw the carp and to rest. We find some you hoist and
there we made night. They lacked 40 km. to arrive to Viedma and it was 2:00 hs o'clock.
To the following morning we get up early, with a hunger that we looked at
ourselves and we pulled up our arms. We undertook trip, we cross the Black
River and we arrive to Viedma, there we take out pictures, we take mate and
boludeamos, there we saw the island Federal, certainly very pretty island and
very pretty the City of Viedma. We take address west until the City of San
Antonio Oeste, it is not very tourist in fact, but from there one it dog go
to the City of Las Grutas, to place, ace they say those that were, very
pretty (some day I will go), we lauds naphtha and ... we meet with the second
international motoqueros, that is: GAIL & ERIK HAWS (American) and URS KENSEN
the Swiss, both first they travel around the world in to BMW (to vary) and URS
on board to HONDA AFRICA TWIN 89, reformed, with tank of naphtha of HONDA
VARADERO and reservation tanks, until the teethÆ with to worthy frame of
irons of seeing in the movie MAD MAXÆ there we speak, we take out pictures
together and we exchange And-Mails. But it advances, with South direction,
having traveled about 120kms. of San Antonio Oeste and after supporting
temperatures of up to 30o, abruptly and to the height of; Sierra Grande
City, we meet with the front of a storm, the temperature key below the 15-o
and we were forced to put on our rain teams to be able to continue, without
before of course to light up a Phillip Morris cigarette and to contemplate,
of a side the beauty of the Sun and of the other one the beauty of the
night.ÆI assure them friends that what we had to our surroundings was for
a movie of science-fiction; lightnings that crossed from a side to the other
of the horizon, winds of 80kms/h (Then she/he would realize that that wind is
for boys of the garden of infants), the plants called to their plants to be
sheltered of, the final dayÆ and much more. It was worthy of seeing and a
lot of emotion for the second day.
For an itinerary of 30 km. single era a light bothersome rain and... wetÆ
but when we were to arrive to the properly this Sierra Grande, it was 16:00 hs
o'clock and... the had arrived final day, I am not a single plant
outdoors, those that could not enter to the refuges please requested their
sisters or mothers that make him a place, a dog it lay hidden behind 2 big
stones (yes! the hail stones that fell of the sky) and us... poor we, were
alone to the help of the great TRANSALP (the one that was happy because the
liter of naphtha super was paid already to $0,65). I dog not tell them that
everything was rained, that serious to it tied, but that it rained, it
rained; incluse we were forced to manage at 20kms/h, since the hail hit us
for all sides. For graficarles I will tell them that I had 2 pants and the
rain team (equipo de lluvia), love of the country of leather, the gloves and
the helmet, and this way the things, it managed having the sensation of being
in the olympic preliminary rounds of boxing. Of course, to enter to the
County of Chubut, was the Police Office, but did no policeman leave the on
Police Office queerly, to request us the papers of the moto (why will it
be?).
We pass it very ugly, but that beautiful experience, LA MOSCA POR ARGENTINA,
neither mosque, but we are clever go to dive to the ass of the World.
Passing the storm, returned the sun (that abut that is to see the sun), we
arrive to Puerto Madryn at 18:00 hs o'clock, we take out pictures, and the
wind you responsibility of informing us (and to remember) that were in the
PATAGONIA. Did we eat 2 pizzas in front of the Sea, our first beer, do we
talk a while, do we go for a walk for Puerto Madryn, until in the camping
site of the Automobile Argentinean Club that has a view impactante of the
whole City, previous to make the carp, and do we throw ourselves to sleep,
did we go walking to the INDIAN and, while in the coast it was clear, in the
sea a storm of magnitude was loosening a lot but superior to which we live in
flesh and blood (Lightnings, lightnings and but lightnings, do you understand
each other?).
At 6:30 hs o'clock. Approximately of the Domingo 16/2/2000, we lift camp (the
reality is that the moto went so loaded that alone we had taken out the carp,
the clothes to take a bath and the mattresses to sleep, because there was not
spirit for another thing, alone to sleep), we load the water heater, we buy
some invoices and in the famous INDIAN of Madryn, we didn't put to take
mate, from there one has a wide view of Puerto Madryn's city, it is a place where
they have to go my friends.