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Monday 3rd February 2025 General Conesa to Rio Colorado
With a relatively easy day days cycling only 56 miles – walk in the park, all the digs sorted, had a bite to eat in the restaurant over the road recommended by the crazy Argentinian lady, but with a word of warning we have to eat at her place tonight, fair does we wonder off in search of food or in my case beer. Nice little place all authentic food, Bingo has steak and chips, I have the vegetarian equivalent egg and chips with a tomato salad, all good we need to eat.

Now the plan is to get some provisions for tomorrows ride, bit of a long one so may need to camp!, bearing in mind its a Sunday and this sleepy little town “General Conesa not showing any life, we walk into town. First thing we hear is a big band playing, straight away I say its a football game, any we trek down to the supermarket, but it was closed until 16:30, great, find a bar and wait, that’s my thoughts, Bingo had a different plan much to my dismay. Carry on down here we will find a shop open, we did find “Arkwrights” open all hours shop, not sure they knew what was going on but they seemed pleased with the custom.

Then the walk home obviously a different way, went passed the little football ground, Bingo knew I wanted to go in and have look, he just looked at me sternly, which means behave in the House parlance, I was so tired i actually behaved, just a little local game played on a dust bowl, to be perfectly honest the band was better than the game.

We set off in the morning both feeling a bit dubious if we could do the 90 odd miles to the next town, but with pure bravado we cracked on in the morning glow from the sun rising over our shoulders. Not a lot said just get on with the riding, which seemed pretty good as we eat up the miles in the cool morning, before the sun breaks through.

Going great guns nice temperature not too much of a wind and a nice road, just before the four hour mark we spot a building in the left, with a part of a sign, “shall we give it a go Bingo chirps up” sure, so we ride the “Ripo” to the entrance, obviously the door is locked but hey ho a dog is barking, charming old lady answers the door, honestly she invites us in, but I have not got a “Scooby Doo” what she is saying, its not Spanish as I know it said Spock, not sure where I am going here, but we managed to get a cold Pepsi, could have had a beer, but a tadge too early for us athletes, think this place “Black Catted the last place not been open since the Forties if I was a detective, nice little stop though, as we sped off.

Just eating up the miles, not much to see the odd flock of Parakeets and a few cows and horses mainly next to some homesteads miles away from any civilisation, making good time as we pressed ahead. Just as we turned to head for Río Colorado, we met another couple of cycle travellers heading towards us, stopped for the obligatory welcome and the broken Spanish of where are you going and where are you heading, nice little chat, they had a lot of tripods and telescopes on board, heading for the clear skies of Ushuaia, nice work. Said “bon Voyage” wrong language, but “Glen” you know who I mean he seems to get a way with it.

Rolled into the outskirts of Río Colorado, Bingo mentioned a stop at a YPS petrol station just before the town, I pointed to a place on the left, no Ice-Creams but had beer how good is that. Just a little mile into Town sorted the digs out, this time a bloke who just gave me a beer, think the jungle drums are rumbling, great day 90 odd miles, with a smile and a giggle.