Comodoro Rividavia

13 October 2025

I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and walked out to go to the bathroom only to find Tim sitting in a chair fully dressed and ready to go eating a bag of nuts. Is this really what I’ve gotta put up with for the next two months? Talk about keen .

Today we are riding Ruta provincial no 1., almost all the way to Commodoro Rivadavia.  we had had a lot of wind overnight and I personally was not feeling in the mood for another 260 km of off-road riding. We decided to do it anyway and what a mistake it would have been if we had done it another way.

Today turned out to be some of the most incredible riding we have had so far and it is difficult to see a day like today being beaten. The wind was not too bad. The sun was out and the riding was like nothing we have seen so far. We started out on gravel which then moved to mud and stones which then transformed into sand all of which was easily rideable. At around the halfway point there was a turning to go back to route 3 and we continued on route one and again this was an inspired choice.

sand gully

The road turned to single track and wound its way through some of the most incredible scenery. We crossed rivers, gullies and creeks with all manner of surfaces some with water some without, huge dried river beds , were we picjed our way across the pebbles and rocks to find the track again on the other side. and the massive highlight of my day.... was Tim stopping to look at a Rea bird with her five chicks to get a photo and the rear bird taking exception and chasing Tim who took off in a cloud of dust shouting  "fuck that " and disappearing into the distance. It took me a full five minutes to catch up purely because of my crying in my helmet laughing and then having to find him again !

This wasn’t the only wildlife we encountered today we also saw more Guanaco, who casually counted off when they saw us and stupid sheep who stupidly ran across the road right in front of us when they saw us every single time. Because we are in ranch country we were opening and closing gates through every Estancia along the way.

After a couple of stops for energy bars due to the lack of food from the night before we eventually started our climb up the escarpement away from the coast and up towards Route 3. We would then have approximately 80 km into town for a hotel for the night.

Route three was our rude awakening of Patagonian winds, as soon as we rose above the escapement we were subjected to a severe battering of winds from our right side which knocked the bikes across the road into the oncoming lanes. We fought against this for an hour, neither of us enjoying any second of it, before arriving into town and finding our hotel.

We had a Las Vegas style entrance to our hotel and rode the filty bikes right up to the door both of us filthy, dusty and dirty too. I don’t think we were very welcome when we checked in. We quickly changed and took our bikes off to get the pressure washed at the local garage. We then had to have a couple of beers to recover from the price of the pressure wash and then a couple more to recover from the price of the beers.

We ended our evening deciding not to go out for dinner because we couldn’t afford it and so stayed in the in the bar and met with two more Riders who had been riding for the last five months from Alaska to Ushuaia and now back to Buenos Aires. It was a great evening to sit with like-minded people and hear their adventures and it put our own small journey and our beard growth into somewhat of a perspective.

Next year we’re going for a year.