Tafí Del Valle

The white water river close to our camping spot kept managing to convince me we were camped on the edge of it and a rolling over would see me fall into the raging torrent. When awake enough to be rational, I'd remember the position of the tent and know that was nonsense.
The next morning we woke and struck camp, pleased we'd found such a good spot where we weren't disturbed.

We had baby porridge for breakfast and now I know why babies spit out their food. It's nutritious with vitamins and minerals, is easily digested but it's not very tasty and not top of my breakfast favourites.
We set off for the last bit of climbing to El Mollar, but I'd left my cycling glove at the camp spot. Al went back to get it for me  - what a gentleman.

We got to El Mollar pretty quickly after some beautiful pastures with a calmer La Sosa river meandering through it. Realising how close to finishing we'd got could have been annoying, but actually I was pleased at how far we'd got yesterday. What a climb!

Because El Mollar was so close we de cided to push on for the slightly bigger Tafi Del Valle for our rest day. It was mostly flat, so was easy, really.

The campsite is pretty big and even has a shop. We bought bread - french stick cold by the kilo and cut into chunks - to ensure it gets stale before sale.

Al went off to inspect los baños (the loos). The good thing about travelling with a fella is you get less unwanted male attention. The disadvantage is him boasting about the impressiveness of his most recent stool (or is that just mine?).
The loos are actually ok and the showers are quite hot. Just as well, because the weather is a bit cold and it keeps raining. I have still to find a loo cubicle with a lockable door.
Also: al fresco wees = 4. of which successful = 2. Quilmes, a beer brewed just up the road  is pretty tasteless, but the Quilmes negro (a stout) is actually not half bad.

Dist 23.04km
ride time 2:21:55
average speed 9.78kph
trip alti 472m
max alti 227m