Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 164

I was making my gingerly to a town called Cafayate and was
dealing with the transition from being roasted alive in the desert
to being freezing in the mountain passes while getting lashed on
from the heavens above. The diversity over the next 200km was
incredible to behold. I moved through grey dull mountain passes
and arrived at for all the world would believe was the state of
Utah in the USA. It even had paved roads! I was gobsmacked
driving along. Was it really just an hour ago I was eating sand in
the desert.
I got to Cafayate and checked into a modest hotel. I was sore all
over. My hips, knees, wrists, and back all felt like I’d been
shagged by a bull Elephant. I worked out that I had driven greater