The Final Ride …. In South America anyway …. for NOW!!
It was cold the morning backed my bike out of the hostel and on to the street in Buenos Aries. As I was attaching the panniers on the bike my fingers started to get cold and I started to consider getting out my warm gloves. The gloves were at the bottom of the boxes and I decided to leave them where they were, after all it was only 30 kilometers to the airport and I could tough it out. I had to take my bike to the airport and prepare it to be shipped back to Canada. With mixed emotions I turned the key and started the bike, this ride would be my final one in South America, bringing to and end over 8 months of incredible adventure.
The route to the airport was easy, straight, left and take the ramp onto the autopista and follow it until it ends at the airport. Just as I pulled into the street the sun came out and started to warm things up, the sun on my face felt good. Not far into my ride the street turned to cobble stone and I found myself making an unplanned turn down a random street. I love riding on cobble stone, we don’t have any in Canada, and before I knew it I was just riding in circles on cobble stone streets, enjoying the final ride in the sunshine. I was riding slow and people started to honk at me, in a hurry to get to work I guess, but I paid no attention and just kept enjoying the scenery of old European style buildings, cafes and cobble stone streets. Realizing I was only delaying the inevitable I reluctantly made my way to the autopista and headed for the airport.
The process for shipping my bike at the airport could not have been easier. They ship a lot of bikes from here and everyone helped point me in the right direction, I didn’t even have to ask for directions as all the airport workers just pointed me in the direction I needed to go. Once inside the cargo bay I had a large space to work in to prepare the bike for safe shipment by disconnecting the battery, removing the windshield, mirrors, panniers and additional lights. The pallet was already waiting for me when I arrived and with some help we rolled it on the pallet and strapped it securely in place. A final inspection of the VIN number, some basic questions, wrap the bike in plastic wrap and I was done. I won’t see my bike again until I land in Toronto April 2nd.
“Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it. “ Greg Anderson
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