It turns out to be a nice relaxing place. We camp for a couple of nights and wander along the cliff tops that over look the beaches down below, which are only exposed during low tides.
We chat with the nicest Argentinian couple one morning as we pack up and get ready to ride further north.
Lilliana and Francesco are traveling in their mint condition motor home that they have had since 1978, and it looks brand new. Like the perfect Ken (instead of Barbie) Dream Mobile. She was a geography teacher and asks about where we both are from and knows the areas we mention from her incredible memory of geography. He was born in Italy and moved to Argentina when he was 5 and they went back to visit Italy last fall to celebrate his 70th birthday. I love chatting with them so much and could spend more time doing so, but we really should get going…so we grab a quick photo and they say goodbye to us with kisses on cheeks and hugs and well wishes for our safe travels. I cannot express how much I appreciate every kind word from strangers on this trip, and each hug and kiss and hope for our safe passage. This trip has been many things to me, but mostly a renewal of my love of people and my faith in humanity and the kindness of strangers.
They suggest we stop in at El Condor, a village south of Viedma on the coast, and then go as far as Punta Bermeja to see the sea lion colony before retracing the road to Viedma and carrying on. And we decide to do just that.
We settle into a camp site for two days.
Then we wander off to see the world’s largest colony of burrowing parrots, a short walk up the beach from our camp.
The parrots dig small holes in the cliff walls where they nest. During the day they are out foraging so we don’t get to see them in their nests when we stop in.
The tide is coming in, narrowing the pathway behind us so we climb up a sandy trail to the bluff above and look back at El Condor and the El Faro.
We can hear the parrots the next morning as they exit their burrows by the hundreds for the days feeding. And when I go to get out of the tent, I see they have left us a souvenir….or two or three.
Thank you, Brian, for taking one for the team…xoxo