Tales from the Camino Austral: clearly feel every fiber of my body tense again, once again, has already done a thousand and a thousand times. A ride behind the other, without haste, without fear. I strongly feel the blood flowing in my veins, fast, hot. I hear the heart beating strong and sure, tired but still ready for anything. Nine hours pedal today, there has been rest, pause, except to eat. So many made the climb, climb hard, steep and difficult. Just as was the descent, cobbled and treacherous, suspicious and dangerous. Pluvio the divine on earth has sent an incredible amount of rain. I feel their outer clothing wet from the water, and internal sweating. In two hours there is a ferry to take, I can not lose it, will be among the next several days. Missing thirty kilometers ... there should be no problems. But never try to 'govern' le leggi patagoni. Infatti ecco la sorpresa: gli ultimo trenta km sono di salita, e una salita pesante e ripida, tutta di 'ripio' e di pioggia. La mente e il corpo hanno un sussulto, un attimo di cedimento, sono titubanti, 'non ce la faremo mai' gridano. Arriva in soccorso l'esperienza, la voglia di soffrire ancora, la voglia di gettare il cuore avanti. Forza, forza, uomo, una pedalata dopo l'altra. E la fatica diviene regina incontrastata. E l'uomo diventa una rosa, con petali e bocciolo centrale. La fatica ti toglie un petalo dopo l'altro, una certezza dopo l'altra, la senti sempre più prepotente, e ogni minuto che passa un petalo cade. E i petali sono tutte le leggi che la società ti ha imposto, che gli altri ti hanno imposto, that you yourself gave. Everything sells slowly, the petals as they leave, staying in the dark colored spots Carrettera. Gradually you get to the central bud, the effort continues, tearing and growing. Scream their tired legs, body and mind wants to stop the same. E 'then the central bud, the primitive, now discovered, to take command, "Forward, forward! Without fear, close ranks and protect the hips!" There he was the central bud, the purest part of the human soul, the real part, untouched by the dogmas of the society and the world consists of. There he is pure and white, ready to move forward. Here we go, here's the top, and now down in descent, between holes and stones, among water and rocks. Suddenly comes the sea, the smell hits first, then with the color, the sea, here the ferry ... we arrived, we arrived on time.
Photos of Paul and nino
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