I am having a nightmare. An unrelenting headwind is blowing dust and grit into my face as I ride directly into it. The wind is progressively sapping my energy, blowing me across the road or off it, and frustrating all my efforts to move forward. I retreat inwardly, ignoring the brown landscape, experiencing nothing but the roaring in my ears and the constant attention my bike needs to keep upright. But it's not a dream; it's our first day cycling in Patagonia. We had planned and catered for 3 days, plus 1 day's contingency, to complete the leg across the semi-arid Argentinian steppe from El Calafate to El Chaltén. Leaving El Calafate on Christmas Day loaded up with 10 litres of water, plus rice, pasta and veggies, we set off east into a fast tailwind. 32km
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