Campo Base Malarge
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Travel Blogs from Malargue
... given it a good go. Straight back then for a coffee with
great views over the slopes. Saw someone dishing out free champers so heading
back onto the snow for a sample or 2.
After the samples dried up, found a nice restaurant hosting
a VW jolly – wanted to gatecrash but stuck out like a sore thumb – all guys
fresh off the slopes! Settled in my corner with some wedges ...
... and nice enough so took it. Ate at estacion 7, a local pizzeria type restaurant.
#day 16 – July 21
We had booked a trip to see cavern de ??? (the witches cave). Minibus was to pick us up at 10am, but this was argentinian time, which meant closer to 10:30. The minivan was old and on its last legs, WB didn’t look impressed. Picked up another family and set out for the hour drive to the cave on some really **** roads. Stopped off ...
... over it but finally got the courage to do it. Meanwhile I was still sitting on my overhanging rock and he like most folk told me I was MAD!!!..........Somehow I agree!!!
After taking more photos and a natter with the rest of the gang who were still working on Andy’s Harley I decided to go on towards our overnight destination of Malargue. Michele who was sitting in the shade across from us all said it was about another 60 km or so and that most of ...
... were told we could find camping off of the dirt road that headed north out of town and after a brief bite to eat we rode for an hour in the darkness under a full moon trying to find it, but to no avail. Out of options, we returned to El Sosneado and camped in the car port of an out of business hosteria. Not our most scenic campsite, but by this point it didn't matter. We were spent and only needed a flat place to lay down.
Total Distance: 225 KM
Total # of tire changes: ...
... the time we had the wheel off of the bike. We connected the tire to the spare from one of the young couple's cars, confident that we'd be on our way in minutes... only to find that it wouldn't hold air. This time what we discovered when we pulled the tube is that in our rush we'd managed to pinch it while we were mounting the tire. At this point we bid the two young couples 'buen viaje' and dove into patching the tube and waiting for the next unsuspecting passerby ...