The Atlantic Coast

Location:

Las Grutas

This stretch of the ride is going to be really hard. With miles and miles of straight road running through flat low Pampas, there is nothing to occupy the mind. Each miles looks the same. There is little traffic, plenty of endless landscpe of low vegetation and increasing wind. It is so open here we can see the weather ahead and we ride straight towards black stormy clouds . We are on the edge of it. To the left blackness and sheets of rain. To the right, white puffy clouds and sun. We are in the middle and get the tail end of winds and rain.
We reach the Atlantic today. It is the first time on this ride and it another signal that the end is closer. On the edge of San Antonio we are picked up by a local couple riding a Virago, who insist that we should come to Las Grutas with them. It is another town down the coast, much nicer than San Antonio and has better hotels and a bike meeting!

No reason to pass up local knowledge! But little did we know that Kev would eat something that made him sick that night. He was up all night and it would make for a severe test of riding the next day.