Seaside To Seaside

Plenty of pretty washboard particularly for the primary 5 miles. 

50 miles of this to Puerto Madryn. Together with an outdated signal placing advising no passing because the highway goes uphill forward. 

We stopped for a ham and cheese breakfast sandwich from the Layne Café. 

And there he goes once more, the canine strolling. 

Rusty loves Patagonia. 

A automobile! A automobile! We noticed a handful on this leg of the return to the mainland. I received that feeling of being in “Lawrence of Arabia” silently watching the mud cloud of Arabs approaching throughout the desert. 

Sue and Hugh caught as much as us and handed. 

We lastly received to lavender round noon and inflated our tires earlier than trundling into city the place a lot of the streets are paved. 

This city is Welsh in identify solely and the structure is fashionable sensible and ugly. 

Puerto Madryn doesn’t get pleasure from a lot of a fame amongst overlanders with plenty of experiences of breaking and thefts amongst international registered autos. We by no means left GANNET2 alone which was a ache. 

Some fruit purchasing.

Plus we picked up some extra glucosamine to maintain Rusty perky. 

On the waterfront we stopped to have a free bathe in a municipal facility. Layne went first and cake again in report time. It’s okay she mentioned and I went in. The bend showers had two cubicles and one was occupied. The occupant had scattered his garments  whereas he washed which appeared odd however who am I to evaluate? There got here an enormous whim from behind his curtain. I peaked in and he was alive and aware, laying on the bottom with a moist bandage on his arm. Drunk fairly presumably however fortunately not in want of help. I too showered in report time and received out of there. Final I noticed he was sitting on a rest room bare along with his head in his palms. 
It might have been a pleasing spot to park for the night time even when the city didn’t have so many warning notices connected on iOverlander.

Mapleleaf drifters despatched us a message they had been at a seaside south of city so out we went. This coast is standard with RVs. Appears to be like a bit just like the US. 

It’s a windy spot and the temperature was about 68 levels so it’s not sizzling sufficient to swim actually even when the wind had been to die down. However they do prefer to fish, the locals. 

The Atlantic Ocean is a beautiful shade of blue right here. 

Free tenting, steak and mashed potatoes for dinner and the sound of waves to lull us to sleep.