We woke up in Buenos Aires on February 27 in Francisco’s apartment in the middle of the historic San Telmo neighbourhood where there is a constant stream of tango dancers whirling in the leafy plaza below. Francisco in my mind is a hipster, Argentinean style – without the awkwardness and a lot more smooth and sauve but still with fixie bike and the funky thick rimmed glasses in his arsenal – but most importantly, he is our super friendly Warmshowers* host here. The morning that we woke up in Buenos Aires didn’t seem any different from any other day. It just felt like a rest day really and we would ride again after a day or two. But we wouldn’t be. We had made it.
It was so unreal that we made it. The immensity of the journey, spanning the length of the Americas on a bicycle, cycling almost 16,000km in a year and a half cycling of pedaling from Vancouver, Canada to Buenos Aires in freaking Argentina is mindblowing.
It is like the experience of pedalling hard to cycle up a hill. The beauty of hill-climbing is that your whole world narrows into that moment. Each hill is an epic story worthy of Homer– a test of wills, a barrage of emotions, a sense of peace in single mindedness and determination, there is drama and there is a sense of triumph once you get to the crest of the hill. In a way, our whole cycling journey has been like climbing a giant hill, the rising action of a story. Our whole lives for the last year and a half has been cycling. Our world narrowed into the route before us and the rest of the world, the politics and family events passed us by. However, as cyclists quickly learn, on top of that hill….is often another hill that couldn’t see from the start! …And maybe there’s another one after that! Then there might be a thrilling downhill and more hills in the distance. There is a triumph and a joy with each milestone achieved but the end of one is just the start of the next adventure.
*Warmshowers is an awesome online hosting network for cyclists