We rolled out of Punta Arenas battle hardened and ready to wage war on mother nature and her godforsaken weapon...wind! I'm not sure who won but we made it without a hitch, even after two were offered! Little more can be said about the 5 days it took to get to Puerta Natales other than phew. For 5 days we slogged our way north and on the ONE day that wind was not on the menu the cycling gods decided that rain, sleet and snow would suffice. Now I'm usually the biggest kid when it comes to snow; I love the stuff, in fact I'm worse than the kids. The prospect of a snow day from work/school is probably the single best thing that can happen to both teachers and kids alike. Snow however is not welcome when I'm riding my bike and camping. Ok I did still have that child like excitement as the flakes began to fall but this was quickly followed with "what else..."
There were long stints during the first 5 days that I was wondering what the draw to cycling from the world's most southernly point was, everyone talks of these hellish winds, they came as no surprise, but still my mental resolve took a bashing, I wasn't really enjoying myself. Still the tough days are what makes the good days that much sweeter. In every trip there are the down days, no trip is amazing every step of the way, its just we seem to forget the bad days a whole lot quicker than we do the good ones. That being said these tough days did have their perks; I saw a sheep that thought it was a dog playing football, received the best cup of tea from a builder and can now say I've slept in a horse shed, if I should ever wish to do so...
We also learnt that our bikes aren't much cop on ice, Jess was the first to go after I had I had warned her of the dangers ahead by pulling off some "Need for Speed" drifting skills, (that's a car film mother). I then went second after showing Jess that we were fine and there was no more ice to worry about. Don't worry Mumma Yates and Mumma Daniel no bones were broken in the process.
Danny and Jessica living the nomadic dream.