The beginning of our adventure

In October the trip in Santiago began. Although I hope to my Popes in house of my paternal grandmother in San Felipe. (80 km to the north of Santiago). We had the pleasing company of several friends of work of Pope who accompanied first 400 km to us.

The advance was very slow with the idea that my patitas adapted. In addition my parents were something affected by so many goodbyes and they could not pedalear much. However I if tapeworm much energy and had a feeling that serious a great stroll (surely that but that my daily exits).

The heat went it last it at the beginning and my parents worried since but ahead we would have to cross Atacama, one enough about the driest deserts of the planet.

Once in a while I was buried some glass on the brink of madness the highway but my mami me extracted them with clamps, and it cured to me with alcohol (that so rare scent). When advancing the kilometers I realized that my patitas felt better if it ran on the white line that separates the highway from the roadside ditch to the smooth being but who asphalt and in addition warms up less with the sun.

Guau, guau! My Pope me regañaba at the beginning so that I barked to all my canine colleagues who discovered from the highway. Soon he is used to to me entering a critical moment as the maratonistas and concentrated to me in running, trying to dose my energies. I became bored of as much bark.

The Night love song

With enough effort and something worried we arrived at the Night love song (native city of Susana). Managing to break the negative prognoses of the friends who did not think to see appear us. They asked to us if really we wanted to follow. The answer was unanimous. Siiiiiiii.

After one week of rest we continued trip. It faces my first hills and the truth is that I very well even responded helps much my papi him to throw that loaded to trailer full of cans with water (+ of 25 lts). That originally it was my to trailer and now was used to transport my water exclusively.

Three friends accompanied to us more from the Night love song. They when going light pedaleaban but fast that we, I tried to reach them and that irritated my father. Me regañaba and said to me that it had to control my impulses (note that followed very nervous, it had always traveled single and now it worried too much about my and it sucks).

60 kms before arriving at Copiapo broke the bearings of the bicycle of my friend Lards and I had to facilitate my car to him so that it went away sitting in. Although of course its Teko pair had to throw of trailer.

Problematic bici was sent of return to the Night love song in a light truck.

Very proud, glad (Pope began to enjoy but the trip) and in the middle of a sand storm we arrived at Copiapo, completing the first 900 kilometers.

Copiapo - Biman, Berta and a sad goodbye

In Copiapo they received my uncles to us to pater to us in its store of bicis "Biman". They have a colleague mine who is called Benito and I have the suspicion that I do not get along to him. To have very well to be so that to its pair if him CAI. Berta was the first adventure of my trip.

We celebrated the 36 years of my papi. Occasion that was taken advantage of to complete our cycling equipment thanks to the received gifts.

After days of tranquillity and relaxation we faced the dry duro and cruel "desert incanino". Damian, a great friend of my papi I direct to us during the first 15 kms.

With a sad hug of goodbye, like having a feeling that 2 years but late the serious one that would start off because of a cancer, we left our unforgettable Damián friend.

The energy appeared by million and all the pains were back. Then we concentrated ourselves completely in our adventure.

Atacama - the driest Desert of the world

The heat of the Atacama desert extended the language to me, tried to alleviate the high temperatures but no longer there were shades of trees. It did not find like refreshing to me. I believe that it was the first time that I thought that this entertained pure nonserious stroll to please.

My parents covered themselves with the sun with caps, blocking lots, lenses. But I could not use those aids. I requested to them that they put sun lenses to me, but saw me very ridiculous and they left with my trote.

Motorists recriminated my father who was cruel that I crossed the desert. The passage was not easy, but I prefer to be with them enjoying many emotions and joys that to remain in house locked up like other canine colleagues, who with a little luck manage to leave to give a short stroll that can almost be considered in seconds. In a world where many dogs undergo of boredom and solitude, I was living a great adventure. Try to often demonstrate to my happiness moving my tail gladly

As he says himself in Chile manages "to aperrar". So little by little with my extended language almost two meters and dehydrated enough (-4 kgs.) it managed to cross the desert of Atacama.

Following the 200 kms were pleasant since the proximity of the sea maintained alleviated to me of heat by the marine breeze. When arriving at Chañaral we supplied ourselves of food and muuuucha water and with nostalgia we dismissed the ocean, soon the Pan-American one goes into in the solitude, now begins it last it of the desert.

My ingenuous following the 500 parents calculated that kms we would cross them in 6 days. But the reality was another one since in that date the serious wind in against and our averages of speed would lower less than..esto half... it produced that our food went exhausting until reaching zero like the water. Truck drivers gave water us but eaten he did not have

Mirages in the desert - Antofagasta

Several truck drivers offered themselves to take to us when they descried to my papis pushing bicis against the wind, but the pride was greater and we followed our way slowly.

A mantle of Onions? Tomatos? it must be a mirage... As in the middle of the desert with so much hambruna can my mind play with me of that way? It cannot be, it knows to tomato and to onion. There just after a curve the miracles were made reality, a truck that the previous DAY had upset without serious results for its conductor, maintained the rest to us of the passage of Atacama with a diet of "salad to the Chilean". Now my trailer it loaded single vegetables and that allowed us to arrive at Antofagasta in 12 days. The double of which originally we had anticipated.

After resupplying with some kg of pellet and much water to us, we directed ourselves towards the heights of the $andes

The Chilean Plateau

The feared ascent from the level of sea towards the plateau was helped with a fort tailwind and thus we arrived at the immense mine from copper of Chuquicamata to 2,800 meters of height.

One completes visit to friends in Chile in Calama and we continued the ascent by dirt road. The solitude already was absolute, which takes advantage of to run free as a flame, until waited for them in some shade. My father worried altitude sickness about possible "puna", that could suffer that in the end I am not affected in the minimum. He fried of summits Andean made his appearance and I had to protect to me curling up next to my papis to me to sleep. They protested that the carp smelled of Trango, but later they did not notice it since my fragrance was covering everything, including bicis.

With incredible dusks in the Salar de Carcote we crossed the last kilometers in Chile. A storm to more than 4000 meters in Ollague dismissed to us of Chile. That last night we took shelter in a warehouse of the station of trains.

A new country

"nerviol" of my father. One worried so that all my documents were in rule to cross to Bolivia, but all it had planned it exact and in the border they were surprised that after requesting hundreds to us of documents, we had all. I moved the tail gladly while the border civil employees (who did not suspect that for the first time he left my country) allowed the access us to Bolivia. That joy.

Ciao Chile, hello Bolivia