Please, is there no such thing as ‘flat’??
I headed down along the coast towards Concepción. Wow was it bumpy. While never gaining huge amounts of altitude, I ended up doing thousands of metres of climbing every day, up and down and up and down. It was tiring! For the first time, I also felt a bit scared on the downhills. The roads were steep, and with my left (back-brake) index finger still sore and unable to squeeze the brake as hard as usual, combined with the extra weight of the fully-loaded bike, I ironically sometimes found myself pushing the bike downhill, even though I was now fit enough to manage all the uphills.
With relatively few ‘tourist’ locations to get excited about visiting along this stretch of road, I contemplated taking a bus to kill a few hundred kilometres ahead. In the end, and spurred on by knowing I was inching my way towards Puerto Varas where I’d meet my parents in 1000km time, I decided to just sit it out and keep pedalling. Eventually the landscape would change and the riding would get easier again. Continue reading