17 July 2015

A short tour on Vancouver Island

If our (obviously millions of) readers will forgive us for an astronomical jump in time and place with little to no explanation, we'd like to tell the story of a recent four day tour on Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Finding ourselves in Vancouver with some free time, we decided to take advantage and go for what we thought would be a fun, relaxed tour to ease us back into things after a long time off the bike. But, as we learned over and over again, things are never that simple in Canada... Still, we managed to enjoy ourselves in the hot BC summer, and it felt great to be back on the bikes, even if for only a few days.

After a long cycle to Horseshoe Bay to the north of Vancouver, we board a ferry over to the island. The views aren't as  spectacular as they could be because of the haze in the air from several wildfires nearby.

After a quick stop in the supermarket once on the island, we head out of Nanaimo in the evening light, first attempting to ride the section of the Trans-Canada Trail here but diverting to the quiet paved road after discovering stairs and other undesirable elements on the trail. 

Around 8:30pm we arrive at a locked gate across the road, with a sign indicating that the road will reopen in the morning. Unsure of how seriously these things are taken, we decide to camp just before the gate. It´s our first hint that, in Canada, just because a road appears on the map doesn't mean you can ride it.

Early the next morning, we come across yet another locked gate, showing no signs of opening soon. We speak to a couple of workers who are nearby and they eventually agree to let us pass, as long as we don't tell anyone they saw us! Apparently most of the back roads in the area are actually private and can be closed any time the logging companies see fit, such as now due to the high risk of fires. On the other hand, we are guaranteed traffic free riding for the rest of the day!

It's hot out there, but luckily there are still some flowing creeks for refilling the water bottles. We have about a 600m climb ahead of us.
As we head up the climb, we keep seeing plenty of what we are pretty sure is bear poop along the road. Then, just before the summit, we get confirmation - a small black bear on the side of the road, which luckily bolts as soon as he sees us. We're relieved to have our first bear sighting out of the way, and hoping not to see too many more

Finally, we crest the top of the pass and enjoy the steep descent down the other side, making as much noise as possible to scare away any other lurking bears.

At dusk, we pull off down a disused dirt track and find an ideal spot to pitch the tent. No need for the rainfly as it´s bone dry these days. 
Having camped without much water, we pedal a few kilometers in the morning to Gordon Bay Provincial Park, where we stop to cook breakfast with a view and take a cleansing dip in the cool waters. 

At only 9am, we can tell the day is going to be a hot one. 

Fortunately for us, much of the day is spent on the Cowichan Valley trail, a disused railway which offers plenty of shade. 

We also get to cross the impressive Kinsel Trestle.

We are unceremoniously dumped at the end of the Cowichan Valley trail, having not found any water en route. We stop at a house to ask for water and it turns out we have stumbled upon Don and Lora, two hardcore mountain bikers who share stories of their trips to ride all over the US and Canada. They offer us a place to stay for the night and some delicious blueberry waffles and bacon in the morning!
We are also able to replace Lucy's small chain ring, which had been acting up after we changed the rest of the drivetrain. We had been carrying the new one around Vancouver Island but didn't have the tools to fix it. No problem, Don has a dream workshop with all tools necessary! 
We also learn from Don and Lora that our planned route towards Victoria goes through a restricted zone, where access is very controlled. Together we determine our best course of action - to take the busy highway a few kilometers north and catch the Mill Bay Ferry across to the Saanitch Peninsula. It means a pretty low-mileage day, and some stressful time on one of the busiest roads we´ve ridden in quite a while. Fortunately we have the positive vibes of Don and Lora to accompany us!

On the Saanitch peninsula we make our way to our warmshowers hosts Frances and Al, who live right on the water. The haze is still lingering but even so it's a beautiful spot.

Another goodbye in the morning and we are off to catch the ferry back from Swartz Bay to Tsawwassen on the mainland.

From Tsawwassen, it's a half day's ride back to Vancouver. While waiting for the shuttle to take us across a tunnel that is closed to cyclists (yes such things do exist in these civilised parts of the world), we meet Louis and have the pleasure of riding with him the rest of the way to Vancouver. He's come from the Pacific Coast trail and is headed east across Canada now. It's been a long time since we've gotten to hang out and compare notes with other cycle tourists -- we missed it and it makes us want to get back on the bikes!

16 June 2015

Colonia del Sacramento to Montevideo via Punta del Diablo: a short tour through the South of Uruguay

Uruguay had always been in our plans, even when we set off from Madrid some 17 months ago. A tiny, not so popular, country that we knew little about. As the clock was ticking for our flight to the United States, we "only" had a couple of weeks to explore. Two weeks, the usual vacation back when we both held "normal" lives, now seemed a real rush...

With our initial plan of audaxing (i.e. clocking up some good km or miles each day) the route some days, we set off from beautiful Colonia del Sacramento, empty of tourits theses days, headed East towards the border with Brazil. Soon after our departure we realised we were in no mood for long days on the saddle, the availability of daylight was greatly reduced from, with light only from 9AM to 6PM, and that Uruguay was not a country to be rushing through. 

So we changed our plan once again, as it has often happened on this trip, and simply sought the less busy, and of most excellent quality, farm roads that abound in Uruguay. With the invaluable help of the GPS, we barely touch pavement and had a wonderful "short vacation" in a country often underlooked by tourists other than neighbouring Brazilians and Argentinians. The last days of pedalling in our beloved South America were wonderful, relaxed, full of bird life and propelled by some great local foods. We´re sure, so sure, to be back soon to this great continent. 

A bumpy boat ride from Buenos Aires dropped us in Colonia del Sacramento, a tranquil (in May) colonial Portuguese town filled with sights.

Rio de la Plata. Hard to believe the megacity of Buenos Aires is only 50 km on the other side...

...surely things get more relaxed on this side of the river
Our only plan upon leaving Colonia was to ride East, without a pre-planned route other than one avoiding the busy roads. The place had a very tropical atmosphere though
Our GPS indicated plenty of unpaved roads setting off from the pavement...and what a surprise to find that they were all of superb quality, totally deserted and a pleasure to ride. More than ever before, the GPS made the experience so much better
As sunset was approaching, we encounter this stream crossing, too deep (or maybe we were too lazy) to cross on bikes and so we turn around for an alternative dirt road...

We stop to ask for water at this house and are welcomed in by Alex and Fafi, a couple of expats enjoying the good life in Uruguay. After plenty of interesting conversation we are put to bed in a private apartment. Too bad we have a flight to catch and can only stay one night!
In Nueva Helvecia, a sizeable village off the route 1, we found this place. Uruguay has a big cycling culture, only surpassed by that of Colombia in South America. Inside, we are given a historical tour of the premises, filled with old photos of racing cyclists. Nowadays it is more like a bar, where locals drink booze in the morning.

Continuing along quiet dirt roads, we come across small settlements which, of course, have a public space to make asados. Much like in Argentina, Uruguayans love their beef. 

But also, they produce pretty decent wines. Tannat is the most typical grape in this part of the world, but they barely export it internationally

Somewhere close to the large village of Canelones, we meet Hugo, a very friendly retired man who now works some Sundays in the gas station that he once owned. Among other things, he tells us how the local election system works, and how he got involved with politics.

In San Bautista, we resupply and Albeto snaps a photo of his well worn out jockey wheel.
Resupplying isn´t much of an issue in Uruguay´s Southern regions - there´s plenty of villages which have everything you need, including that precious hot water for your mate.

Just outside of the town of Minas, we camped in a kind woman´s backyard, cook a feast of polenta with fresh veg and indulge in the last of our Argentinian wines. The hard life of cycle touring in Uruguay...
After Minas we opt for a dirt road that avoids the main ruta 8, and what a surprise that was! No traffic, just the occasional friendly gaucho and lots of cattle. We are in timber country!

There´s even some bumps to keep our long-forgotten climbing legs entertained.

As sunset arrives, and like almost every day in Uruguay, we are treated to a great camp spot in the countryside.
In the morning, the double track we were following becomes single and not much travelled.

We keep pushing and eventually arrived to Los Talas, a rather small settlement where the local policeman invites us to camp in his backyard. 
In the misty morning of the following day, we get on the road, which is in much poorer state than its dirt counterparts, and has a ton of logging traffic! 
As we approach the coast, which we have not seen yet since leaving Colonia, the scenery changes. Palm trees are now all around
As well as cattle...Most of the beef is exported to China these days. 100% free range and grass fed.
We stop at a roadside birdwatching hut which looks out over a vast wetland area. It feels like Nat Geo!

We eventually hit the coast, cycling past this impressive fortress at Santa Teresa

And then finally, there we are! The Atlantic coast of Uruguay! Although we had spent the past days avoiding the coast in favour of the quiet inland roads, we have to admit that it is stunningly beautiful.

In the Parque Nacional Santa Teresa, mushrooms grow in the forest.

We arrive to Punta del Diablo where our warmshowers hosts, Kerry and Joshua, take us in. They live only a few minutes from the beach which means it´s not too hard to take a walk to the beach for sunrise the next morning (joined by their dogs).

Kerry is a great cook and whips up luxurious breakfasts (poached eggs/spinach on home-made English muffin, with avocado!) as if they were nothing. So it´s no wonder we abandon our plans to ride a few more days and decide to enjoy the good life instead, taking the bus from Punta del Diablo to Montevideo in order to keep on schedule for our flight.

Kerry and Joshua are housesitting in a charming house that the owners built themselves from scratch. Here, the outside fridge.

Finally we have to leave this slice of paradise in order to get to Montevideo in plenty of time for our flight.
In Montevideo we are welcomed by our Couchsurfing host Emilio, who kindly puts us up for a few days so we can see the city and pack our bikes for the flight to the US.
Montevideo turns out to be totally enchanting, and unlike the rest of South American capitals, is a manageable size.
We explore the city´s markets...
...admire the city´s art...
...and its architecture.

We are pleased to see plenty of cycling culture in Montevideo.
Uruguayans are so genteel that helmets are provided with the city´s bikeshare program.
Street art is everywhere...
..like a cleaner version of Valparaiso...
...we are truly impressed.

The city´s location on the Rio de la Plata makes for great scenery too.


Eventually, tourist time has to end so we can get down to the business of packing the bikes...

...although first we have time to make fun of the Uruguayan obsession with mate. Here Alberto replicates an actual scene from our time here.

Finally it´s time to pack up the bikes, taking them apart more than usual in an attempt to pay lower fees with the airline.

Route notes:

- We chose to take inland roads to avoid the country's main highway along the coast. See the route here. In general, we found most of the paved roads in Uruguay (even 'minor' ones) too busy for our liking. While traffic volume was relatively low, it mainly takes the form of logging trucks barreling down the road at high speeds.
- Fortunately, Uruguay is well mapped on OSM and Google maps, and we were almost always able to find dirt road alternatives. The dirt roads of Uruguay are almost universally in very good condition.