Off across the desert we flew, or tried to. Violent headwinds and a car designed like a speed brake made the going slow until we tagged along behind a team support truck . Closely behind, about a foot. Fang's relaxed steering kept Chuck busy, busy and me plastered against the other window to warn of oncoming vehicles. Tossing about like a cork in a blender and stuck to a pickup at 140 km
sure made the turns invigorating. Great fun.
A kindly fuel truck met the teams halfway from nowhere and even gave us sandwiches. After hours of gravel and not much else the peaks of Torres del Paine appeared.
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| Lunch break, sorta, near a lake |
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| 50 liters of free fuel with a smile and a sandwich too |
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| Waiting for Danny, by the River |
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| Just a silly millimeter more |
We feel as though we are hanging onto your bumper! What a ride! Love the scenery and the blog! Go get 'em! Carl & Linda
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