“You have got to love a family guy who goes on holiday
to the campground in Salta Argentina with every tool possible.” I say as I clap
my hands together in gratitude as I wonder how I can thank him for his
generosity.
Sparks begin to fly
from the family man´s grinder, my shimano pedals appear small under the mans
firm grip. The metal picnic table a perfect surface for pedal repair. My double
sided (clip/flat) pedals have lasted west across the world from New Zealand until
South America via Asia, The Middle East and Africa.
An uncounted number
of kilometers, I gave up on the
statistics of my ride a long time ago, crossing the land masses by bicycle and the
water by boat in a westerly direction. Often navigating by instinct and a hand
drawn map, a modern bicycle computer has become a thing of the past.
My handlebars now
decorated with memories from heart warming people met along the way, a bracelet
from a one legged man in Zambia and a string of shell beads from a prostitute
that I befriended in Ethiopia. Gifts that dangle on the handlebars between the
breaks and the gear shifter, a perfect reminder of what this journey by bicycle
is all about.
“You are better then a
bike shop, far more skilled, thank you” I say to my new friend , as he shows me
his work. The fresh sharp edges of my pedals appear new and bright, sure to
provide enough traction to keep my feet from slipping off my warn out pedals on
my way to Bolivia, home of the oldest form of shamanism and the reason I sailed
to South America. Having spent the last 4 months travelling by bike in Chile and Argentina, the modern
developed world, it is safe to say that cycle touring the developing world is
more my thing.
“Mui forte cycliste
(strong cyclist)!” The man says as he carefully hands me the hot pedal to look
at.
“More of a traveler
than a cyclist….Ah labels are for jars not human, all just words we use to
neatly organize each other into easily recognizable categories” I say in poor spanish and recede to give him
my best travelers grin, a deep sincere smile that often surpasses all language
barriers.
2 comments:
You are quite something Loretta...
So good to read your journal Loretta , expands the horizons of this damp little tent in Aotearoa significantly. Kia kaha, Alan
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