Last night after I did the Blog I played Master Chef Mystery Box with the two crates of groceries Peens and Rocky had bought. I mixed the Chips Dip with the Jalapeños that I chopped finely. Then I mixed the sachet of Mayonnaise with finely chopped lettuce, and with the Tomatoes, Green pepper and olives I made another “almost” Greek Salad. The guys had went for a stroll through town to buy some Q20 and Chilean Red Wine, but I was not alone, I had a cooking-companion who had good manors and waited outside the door for scraps of the meat trimmings and a slice of cheese. He was later joined by another dog, also without a collar (no owner, just street-dogs.) This 2nd dog had some serious issue with his one eye, so I can’t post any photo of him, but he was also in reasonable shape, I guess the previous Cabana occupants also fed them.

he was an old dog, which means he is a clever dog and has managed to not get run over and managed to stay warm somewhere during the cold winters.

Peens was the Braai Master:

 

This morning we had left overs, yoghurt and a sandwich each, with instant coffee, and then our little 7 strong KTM Train set off. the scenery was just as stunning as yesterday. I honestly think Patagonia might be more beautiful than the southern part of Norway. The road switched many times today between tar and gravel. We even had a little Gravel Pass which felt like we were back in Peru riding in the mountains, two Legs Ago.

 

I forgot to tell you all that my Copper Mug was stolen when we were traveling on the ferry. I could not believe that someone would steal a cup and not steal my helmet, but it happened, I was very sad. But Peens, who also bought one sold me his Copper Mug at a handsome profit. Last night all of a sudden there was a lot of celebration and the guys started to “Cheers” each other, (touching wine glasses together and always remember to look into the eyes with the person your “Cheers” with.) I could not understand why more things were decided to Cheers on, and why everyone was having a lot to laugh about, until I noticed I was Cheersing with my newly bought mug with Peens, also using a copper mug, the one that was “stolen” on the ferry. So I sold the mug back to Peens and made a small profit. Always something to joke about. Pie’s gloves has also disappeared, from his bike when we were having a beer after we arrived in our town 2 days ago. Not sure is they were really stolen, but at the moment he is riding using my Winter Gloves, lets see if the gloves reappear or not.

The scene of the Glove Theft:

Our Cabanas 2 days ago, with the Oval Mattress : (as you have gathered, the wi-fi is good tonight as I am posting old photos.)

Our Cabana was the section to the right of the lady’s shop, which is the red building, and it was advisable to wear your helmet and full riding gear when walking up and down the little steps that lead to our cabana.

This morning I complained a little about my high work load on the trip (Doing the Blog and doing the Cooking (with my sexy assistant Peens,) and getting accommodation, (which I resigned from by the way,)  I told them my fork-seal on the right has started leaking again and that was their department, we have the tools, the fork seals and if we can just get to ride through a real town, not a little dorpie, (village) I will have Fork Oil and then it is time for Mr. Magic Hands to get stuck into DadAss. They then offered to kiss and hug me and confessed their love to me, I am nervous !!!!!

But Mr. Magic Hands had his work cut out for him as Millsy’s air from his front tyre disapeared in a corner and he had to really use all his Roof of Africa skills to get the bike stopped without falling. The puncture was too big to plug, so Mr. Magic Hands and his pretty assistant had to fit a tube.

Peens saved the day for one of the very many cyclists who had a problem with his Rim, (Peens also claims Magic Hands.)

There are many lady cyclists who ride here, and they are safe, no issue to be a girl on your own here, out in the open rural area miles from civilization.

Here are some photos of the road:

Above is the Blue River which we followed for some time. There was also a Black River and a White River, and they are named Negro, Blanco and Azul.

Note the Purple Shaghetti on the GPS below:

 

The fuel station we were planning to get fuel was closed, forever I think. We continued but knew it was going to be close as we needed to ride 90km to the next fuel stop and my bike’s computer said I had enough fuel to ride 80km. So I rode at 100km per hour and free-wheeled down the downhills. We all made it except Tex, who ran out of fuel 15km before the town. Peens filled one of our bladders and was just about to ride back to be Hero when Dog and Tex arrived, they had made a plan and took a little of Dogs last drops of fuel and put it into Tex’s bike, both then made it. So the fuel from the bladder had to be poured into Dogs Bike as it is heavy to carry 20lt of fuel on your bike unless you desperately need to. In the process of pouring Peens made a little mistake and missed, resulting in poor Dog needing to go and wash his……….. let’s just say, Private Parts as he was sitting on the bike, with open legs when Peens made his little mistake.

 

Below is the cold fruit juice drink we drank from Chef next to the road yesterday:

Our lunch was another sad affair, we stopped at a little shop next to the road and bought some cool drinks and then made ourselves a sandwich from Rocky’s Top Box Pantry, which is starting to look a little untidy as it holds tools, food, wine and now also groceries.

I had a good look at Pies Helmet and Boots and can now understand why our group was looked at with sympathy, the guys with the shiny boots and new helmets must have thought that our little group are out of luck, out of money and destitute. Note how Pie taped over the Air Intake Mouth-piece of his helmet, just leafing a small slit for air to pass into his helmet, not a pretty sight:

I wanted to write more, but Peens and Rocky are back from the shops and I have a new Master chef Mystery Box waiting for me, let’s see what magic I can make in the kitchen.

Chat tomorrow.

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Fleisch