Mendoza, Argentina, late morning, the sky is overcast and a cold wind is blowing from the north. In front of us, a climb of 200 km to reach the pass of Christ Redemptor at 3,200m above sea level, to find the ocean and the way back. This is the end, the last great test of the trip. This is our last chance to go beyond our ultimate limit because up there, in the snow lies, is hidden our inner border.
This journey will be our territory of mortal adventures, an imaginary straight line, carried by the will, by the wind, by envy, by all our forces. The one that leaves our home, passes by the end of the world and which will bring us back home. The one that one does not leave, the one that remains; beyond and through everything. This continuity will be many times cut off. Continue reading
We mostly crossed Bolivia by bus. After having lost our time by searching a way on asphalted roads, after having been the witnesses of the dangerous bolivian driving, we finally decided to get the Uyuni Salt Flats by local transports. Crowded from the trunk to the roof, running at speed on earth roads, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, the motorized mastodon suddenly stopped its way because of the explosion of one of its wheels. We got Salinas de Garci Mendoza, the village at the desert’s gates, at 3 am. Our only solution was to camp for few hours under the kiosk of the village square. And that’s what we did.
The rest of the story is by Brompton. Continue reading
By bus from Lima to Cusco, a stopover at Machu Picchu, until the 4000 meters of the lake Titicaca… Thanks to the modularity of our Bromptons, we made only the best of Peru!