Coach party
We are converts. Why puff and pant up hills, sweat in the sun and get soaked to the skin when you can be taken to your destination in air conditioned luxury? Coach is the way to travel.
We had a lively band of travel companions on board. A group of four mountain bike cyclists recognised us as the two with the heavily laden bikes who overtook them on the hills into Santiago. We didn’t recognise them – we were too exhausted to recognise anyone. It appears we have reached mythical status with our cycling efforts and enjoyed their enthusiastic applause.




An exhausting day. Climbing hills is easier.
Good night.
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