Wednesday 29th January 2025 Comodoro Rivadavia to Trelew
Both wake up to the gut-wrenching feeling we were getting on the bus today. Got our stuff together not too many words, then made our way down to collect the bikes stored in the basement. Packed them up and went for breakfast why not, but none of us could eat that much just a cup of coffee, cornflakes and toast.

Gingerly got on the bikes to ride the less than 1/2 mile to the coach station, with the wind blowing us all over the place, least that made me feel a it better. Got up to the coach station at least an hour and quarter too early, but needed to know the process, to be honest there was not much of a process. But one nice lady kept an eye out for us, after I asked her to inform us when the Trelew bus arrived. When it eventually arrived I was busy showing another touring cyclist how to get his ticket for the bus, he had just arrived on a bus from Comodoro Rivadavia and had been told he could not get a bus to Trelew, I took him to the desk where I purchased the tickets last night, after a bit of goggle translate we managed to get him a ticket on a later bus today. Fair play he had been on the road for 3 years! started off in Alaska down to Ushuaia now on his way back up the difficult side. I did get his name but instantly forgot it again, no worries its just an age thing, but remembered he was from Hawaii. [the guys name is Eddie :Ed].

So bus w* we are today, but its not that easy trying to get these juggernauts of bikes onto a coach when the guy does not want to, with a little bit of persuasion, with cash they finally loaded then on, we are off.

Same old countryside just a blur through the window as we sped to Trelew, get off the bus with the same confusion not wanting us to touch our bags until they had checked the tags, finally got all the bags off, then the bikes, which were slightly difficult, I ended up in the boot, unhooking them and passing them to Bingo – all good.

Bingo had sorted the digs out on the bus, Touring Hotel, allegedly the place were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was filmed in 1969, so straight away I am Paul Newman, Bingo has to settle for Steve McQeen, Scottish lad in Wales? [It was Robert Redford not Steve McQueen: Ed] Fair play I dont think the place has changed much since 1969, but it is full of character and charm, well most of that is from me (self-praise is no praise at all) word of advice from my Mum.

Got our room all sorted, stored the bikes then got ready to investigate this little Welsh enclave in Argentina, just has we were about to leave our mate Eddie from Hawaii came through the door, he was so pleased to meet us and thanked us for our help, its all Karma, we arranged to meet him later.

So off we went to explore the Welsh history around this town, pretty interesting reading as we went through the museum of the early railway, most of the pioneers came from North Wales, the City is still twinned with Carmarthen. Very rarely do I pull the Welsh hereditary, but did just as Bingo was due to pay the entrance fee, I did, sorry it failed but did managed to say Diolch yn fawr (thank you) rather than Por favor. Then signed the visitors book “Land of My Father Bingo & Gringo” Sorry Auntie Doreen pinched your phase but only for artistic license.