Getting there the easy way
The clock is blinking 4:30AM. I know this because I’m wide awake thinking, “Well, you wanted this and now it’s HERE.” Like a couple of hours away HERE. After two and a-half years of prepping, including literally a change of life, it’s HERE. “What am I going to do now?” We’re flying to Buenos Aires this afternoon. I don’t know if I should grab the champagne or run into the bathroom.
Which is the whole point of this, I suppose. Not knowing whether to celebrate or run for shelter.
I’m writing to let you all know that KR and I have finally pulled the trigger and we’re on a 777 silently running through the night toward Buenos Aires. In 1st Class no less! (on miles of course.) If this is any measure, the Other Half do live differently, but that’s whole other story.
Our plans are roughly as follows. We’ve rented an apartment in Buenos Aires for a week as we wait to get our motorcycle out of Customs. We’re then going to watch the start of the Dakar race, join a group of twenty other motorcyclists and follow the race through Argentina, over the Andes, and into Chile. We leave the group half-way through their tour. We’ll be at the very northern most tip of Chile and we’ll decide what to do next.
We held our first itinerary planning session yesterday. I’m not making this up. We were in the immunization clinic, getting yellow fever and assorted other vaccinations, and the office was covered in a man-sized world map stretching in front of us. We were both silently scoping out South America. After getting punched in the shoulder a couple of times, I said, “Let’s continue north through Peru…” KR said, “Oh no! let’s go east to Brazil.” Business as usual.
Our plan is to hang in Buenos Aires awaiting the arrival of Now Voyager, which was due on the 22nd, but won’t be here much before the 29th. We’ve rented an apartment for the week in Recoleta, a very, very nice neighborhood in BA. Tonight is San Telmo and Tango dancing.
I’m thinking steak & eggs for breakfast and maybe a steak sand for lunch and then….