Chapter 28 26 The End of the South American Continent

At the time, I was preparing dinner at a campsite in a village in southern Patagonia. "Hey!" Hearing someone shout, I turned around and saw someone running towards me with a smile on his face. "Ah, Brother Seiji!" We couldn't help hugging each other happily.At this time, Kiyota-kun also came back from fishing (recently he picked up my fishing rod and started to learn fishing, but his skills were very poor). "Ah, Brother Seiji!" Kiyota-kun had the same reaction, they had met in South America before.There are quite a number of cyclists traveling in South America, no matter what nationality they are, and almost all of them aim for Ushuaia, the southernmost point. The routes will inevitably overlap, and some kind of human network will be formed unknowingly. rumor.For example, "someone from so-and-so is very strong", "that guy is not only bad, but the joke is so boring", etc., it often happens that even if you meet for the first time, after two or three sentences, you will find "ah! It's you, often I heard..." something like that.

In order to appreciate the mountain scenery in this area, Brother Seiji left his bicycle in another town and came here by bus.The three of us chatted like we were wasting our breath: how we were blown up and down by the strong wind, how big a trout we caught, which river is especially suitable for fishing, have you seen ao (ao), what kind of bicycle riders you met... After making such a loud noise for a while, he jumped on the long overdue bus again.The two of us waved desperately and watched him leave. Brother Seiji also had a big smile on his face, leaning out of the car window and waving, looking like a child.Regardless of the appearance of the speech just now or the appearance of us making a scene, we are completely different from normal.

I think, probably because this is Patagonia?Looking around, there is only the vast wilderness, the end of the world where the strong wind is howling, and you can meet fellow bikers. To exaggerate, it is like meeting friends on the battlefield... The bus kicked up a cloud of dust and drifted away. Brother Seiji's The smiling face became smaller and smaller, and finally the car was also sucked into the gray-brown horizon, only a cloud of dust rose from the wilderness, and it disappeared after a while, and the surroundings became lonely again. We're almost at Ushuaia, and everyone's coming together to get to the end of the world, like there's some kind of collective consciousness.Thinking of this, my mood cheered up again.Three months after we sailed from San Diego, we were finally at sea.At dusk, in the swaying golden light, you can see the land on the other side, which is Tierra del Fuego.Ushuaia is just 500 kilometers south of Tierra del Fuego.

After sailing for three and a half hours, we arrived at the island. Tierra del Fuego is also a wilderness with howling winds, but the scenery remains unchanged when it is 100 kilometers away from the target. The red leaves of Antarctic beech are like flames, covering the entire road like a tunnel.Through the layers of red leaves like a meticulous painting, you can see the snow-capped mountains standing upright, drawing sharp ridges.We marveled along the road and pedaled bicycles.On the last journey of the South American continent, God has prepared such a wonderful reward for us. Climbing up the last uphill road in one breath, you can have a panoramic view of the street. The whole city is clean and bright, which is completely different from my imagination of "the end of the world".I don't know if it's because of this reason or other reasons, but I didn't have tears in my eyes, but my mood was very calm.Beyond the passion, though, there is a deep sense of satisfaction.It's been a year and nine months since I left Alaska, and despite a lot of things, I finally got here on my own legs.It feels fulfilling and not bad.

We rode down the mountain road side by side as we figured out what dinner we were going to have tonight. At this point, the trip to South America is over.The author will take a plane from the southernmost tip of South America to Denmark in Northern Europe. Can a robbed cyclist bear the high consumption level in Europe?What will he do?What enlightenment do the words of the clever Taisia ​​and Miss Yongzi give us?And what is the fate of Brother Seiji? (Again) The result is quite shocking and regrettable, you might watch an episode in a while, but when you really get into the depths of the author's psyche, it's a shame. . . . . .It makes people sigh and sigh. . . .