| Location: | Comodoro Rividavia |
| Mileage: | 16,150 |
We have been really lucky with our health, up until now and with only a few days left, it is looking dodgy as to how Kevin can ride today. I am very worried.
When we do leave around 8.30am, he looks grey and has no energy. Thw wind is freezing and for the first time on the back of the bike, I feel seriously concerned. Kev's hands are numb and the bike is wandering. I sit up alert and try to help him with talking about the road, but really I just feel helpless. This is his personal battle, him, the road, the bike and his mind.
We stop 100 miles down the road for coffee. His eyes are blank and his hands are like dead yellow wax. He can't speak. We spend an hour there to warm up and he has three hot coffees, before getting back on the bike.
Our ride becomes slow and faltering. Every so often Kev's hand falls from the throttle, the bike slows as he tries to stretch life back into his fingers. He knows no one else can get us to our destination and we have to carry on. Stopping in the middle of a freezing windy wasteland was not an option. We fight the wind all the way, it is persistent, unrelenting and the strongest we have had to deal with.
Without Kev being ill, this was a tough ride. With him zapped of energy, each minute felt like an hour. It was agony, watching the km markings to Comodor Rivadavia, dropping two by two. But we get there. Kev falls off the bike, his whole body going into spasms. He feels like ice. We make no apologies for finding the best place to stay in town. He starts to feel human again after a hot bath, plenty of pasta and orange juice.
He has no luxury to rest up. We still have Ushuaia to reach.
