We’ve either been enjoying a string of good luck or we’ve pleased the cycling gods because ever since leaving Arica, Chile we’ve had a tailwind everyday for at least part of the day.
Well, today our luck ran out and we paid for it many times over. We had a 25 mile stretch of road, perfectly straight and head-on into a blasting wind. I could barely keep it at 5mph. Making it worse, every time a vehicle passed we were consumed in a cloud of dust.
We stopped in the small village of Alota for a reprieve from the wind and to restock on water. There’s not much to these little windswept villages of the Altiplano. We found a tienda selling snacks and sodas. As we sat on the curb enjoying our chips and Coke, watching the wind redistribute the town’s garbage, we wondered what it’s like to grow up here, so isolated from the rest of the world.
As with any town, there were teenagers milling about. We wondered what the dating scene is like. It’s exciting to pass through these secluded places, but we’d never want to live here. The people in these remote villages seem genuinely happy though. Perhaps it’s because they know no different. Or maybe they do, but prefer the quiet solitude and community found in village life.