From Pulacayo it was a further 20-30 minute climb, which would have been impossible the night before, and then a long downhill to Uyuni. Unfortunately, there was some serious amount of gusting during the downhill into Uyuni and I was getting blown from one shoulder right across the right to the other. Thankfully, the lack of traffic from the previous days was still evident and there were no problems – other than my frustration.
HJ had been to Uyuni twice before, and both times stayed in the
Having stayed an extra day, everything was ready for us to leave early on our way to Potosí. Some people do it in two days, but with HJ not having cycled much since Brazil, and then she had less weight on her bike, we thought 3-4 days was a more reasonable guess. It all started well, with a lovely downhill, and it wasn’t until the bottom of it that I realised I’d left one of my water bottles at the market. One of the many good things about using PET bottles is that you can just buy
My 180 days in Brazil expired on the Friday and so we were forced to leave, there was also the small issue of making it back down to Posadas for Gaz’s bus on the Tuesday. We’d originally been planning to go to Asunción, but it ended up being better for both of us to head back to Posadas. For Gaz, it meant a shorter and cheaper bus ride back down to Buenos Aires. For me, it gave me the chance to get something sorted out with a parcel that I’ll explain later.
We had just over 300km to go
Gaz asked me to come up with a route so I gave him three options. Meandering around Uruguay, heading north to Iguazu and heading west to see the Andes and drink wine in Mendoza. Iguazu won out, because it not only involved the spectacular falls, and ticked the ‘go to Paraguay’ box Gaz had, but also passing through four countries and avoided most of the craziest Argentinian drivers. It also meant that I could get over to Montevideo to get my Rohloff package sorted out.
With a very set
Gaz received his passport on the Friday afternoon, found a flight on Saturday, got a lift 200 miles down to London with his dad on Sunday morning and on Monday morning would be in Buenos Aires! That meant that even though I was waiting for a replacement interior for my Rohloff, due to a gear-slipping issue that I was having, which would arrive in Montevideo I had to go over to meet him. I did a bit of sightseeing over that weekend, but more than that it was a time to get things in order and look