Punta Ninfas in the morning, peace, quiet, sleep and a dog walking. That was Rusty wandering around the campers.
We set off around 8:15 after a night of powerful winds honking over the headland. We were the first away back on that damned washboard.
Lots of lovely washboard especially for the first five miles.
50 miles of this to Puerto Madryn. Including an old sign putting advising no passing as the road goes uphill ahead.
We stopped for a ham and cheese breakfast sandwich from the Layne Café.
And there he goes again, the dog walking.
Rusty loves Patagonia.
A car! A car! We saw a handful on this leg of the return to the mainland. I got that feeling of being in “Lawrence of Arabia” silently watching the dust cloud of Arabs approaching across the desert.
Sue and Hugh caught up to us and passed.
We finally got to lavender around midday and inflated our tires before trundling into town where most of the streets are paved.
This town is Welsh in name only and the architecture is modern practical and ugly.
Puerto Madryn does not enjoy much of a reputation among overlanders with lots of reports of breaking and thefts among foreign registered vehicles. We never left GANNET2 alone which was a pain.
Some fruit shopping.
Plus we picked up some more glucosamine to keep Rusty perky.
At the waterfront we stopped to have a free shower in a municipal facility. Layne went first and cake back in record time. It’s okay she said and I went in. The bend showers had two cubicles and one was occupied. The occupant had scattered his clothes while he washed which looked odd but who am I to judge? There came a massive whim from behind his curtain. I peaked in and he was alive and conscious, laying on the ground with a wet bandage on his arm. Drunk quite possibly but happily not in need of assistance. I too showered in record time and got out of there. Last I saw he was sitting on a toilet naked with his head in his hands.
It could have been a pleasant spot to park for the night even if the town didn’t have so many warning notices attached on iOverlander.
Mapleleaf drifters sent us a message they were at a beach south of town so out we went. This coast is popular with RVs. Looks a bit like the US.
It’s a windy spot and the temperature was about 68 degrees so it’s not hot enough to swim really even if the wind were to die down. But they do like to fish, the locals.
The Atlantic Ocean is a gorgeous shade of blue here.
Free camping, steak and mashed potatoes for dinner and the sound of waves to lull us to sleep.
