Before South American trip I was a little worried about abundance of stray dogs in Chile. I visited the country before and was a little surprised by the number of dogs on the streets anywhere outside Santiago. They are everywhere!
I was preparing mentaly and physically to meet them on my travel. By physically I mean I went to a pet shop and bought some dog threats 🙂
But I was nicely surprised how stray dogs really do not care about you most of the time. Ok, when the sun starts going down they become more scared and some start chasing you, but during the day they just lay by the side of the road and ignore you.
The further I went on my trip the more often I realised that my bike attracts lots of very friendly dogs. And then it hit me – I have these nice and smelly dog treats in my Apidura food pouch! I am sure it is impossible to a dog, especialy a hungry dog not to smell them, so like in Puerto Varas, my bike was always guarded by a few local friends 🙂
Just a couple of pictures of me testing my brand new, ok, ex-demo Genesis Longitude. It is a tank! I’ll write a bit more about it later, but here is what I did on a second day owning this great go-anywhere bike.
In fact 3 weeks later.
The bike is on the plane on the way to Santiago, Chile.
While preparing for the Transcontinental race No 5 in 2017 I did this “why not” weekend ride to Paris. It was great and I would do it again, but maybe with some route alterations. There is a little story even before I started to pedal. My mum was visiting for a week and I agreed to take her to the Luton airport in the morning. For a 6AM fligh. Not much sleep then? Good preparation for my TCR attempt! After the goodbyes at the airport I drove back home to Reading, changed into lycra, jumped on my Fairlight Strael and rode to Portsmouth.
The weather was perfect. Dry, sunny, but not too hot. Surprisingly light traffic on the roads. Some very pretty villages on the way and uphill parts in the South Downs National Park.
I pedalled to Portsmouth pretty much non stop as I didn’t want to add any “I’m being late!” stress to my journey, it was supposed to be start of the fun riding weekend after all.
After just shy of 80km riding I was at Portsmouth harbor where people at the border control kindly asked to come into their office and show them the contens of my Apidura saddle bag. I know I do look a litttle dodgy.