Saturday, 5 February 2011

San Carlos, Argentina - Monday mornings

We unzip the tents at 5.30am. It´s still dark and there´s a sliver of silver moon. All is still and quiet around our wild camp in the desert beside a salt lake. By the time we are having breakfast, huddled in fleeces against the dawn chill, there is a band of golden light on the horizon. And as we push the bikes back to the road, the sun´s peachy morning rays are already touching the rocky peaks of the Andes to the west. We slip into our tow clips, push off along the road and share a smile - this certainly beats heading into work on a Monday morning!

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