After a longer break in Salta, we finally continue: we start riding to the Atacama Desert. To get there, there are exactly two passes: One over only asphalt which is a bit longer, and one that leads over a gravel road.
It’s probably gas what’s dripping down now. I am staring at the accident, while Moe is already starting to dismantle the motorcycle. Giving up does not help here.
The Tiger is in the workshop now, waiting for spare parts. And what can we do meanwhile? Right, travel of course! So, we start a backpack trip to the North of Chile from Santiago.
Our stay in Malargüe has proven once again the fact that you should never make hasty judgements about someone. We decided to stay at the camping of the Argentine small town for a while to recover from the hardships of our hike along the Condor Circuit.
After the day at the foot of the volcano Descabezado, we leave early in the morning. We want to use the newly gained energy to move forward more than what is planned for a day. We couldn’t climb the volcano, therefore, we’d like to make it to the next hot thermal baths today.
When we start walking with our heavy-loaded backpacks, I’m a little restless. This trek is different than usual. For days, we will be on our own, see no other soul, and follow a largely unmarked path alone with the help of map and compass.