Leaving Antofalla after birthdays, hots tubs, Llama ribs and chips ..
good times ... it was time to move on and head north, our choice of road
was the base along the salar because the top road being a bloody big
sandpit.
The base road really didn’t turn out any better and was still a filling shaker, the big event tho is Maya turned 50.
Leaving the base road we headed up a zig zig which was incredibly good
condition given where it was, the only challenge being the loose corners
however these proved to be of little issue.
Nice soft corners commanding attention
Climbing the zig zig we were offered more spendid views of salar Antofalla before exiting up and over to the next salar.
The rest of the road was a teeth chattering sandpit laden with
corrugations so when we were finally handed the mining road across the
salar it was like a little gift, although lumpy in places it was far
nicer at least being firm not trying to steal the front wheel from under
us.
The suspension and tight bolt tester
The salar mining road
Tolar Grande, small mining town halfway between Antofalla and San
Antonio, overnight stop for fuel and lodging, we were lucky to get a
place with a kitchen so home cook was in order.
Tolar Grande has some amazing hill formations again luring the noisy
Kiwis in, on offer was cool crazy paving and very red dirt mounds.
Again we could not help ourselves with the camera stunned at the cool landscape presented to our ogling eyes----->
At one stage the road was in a creek bed and much to our surprise there
was some water in it ... well it was fair to say we were not expecting
this and the sliminess nearly sent us off onto the sideline.
Composing myself cos no-one saw my act of unprofessionalism
we continued a little more aware .... and yes you guessed it this paid
of BIG time as we struck a flat muddy section (which looked dry), this
commanded bulk revs and the V2 singing an outstanding song to stop the
ship sinking, we made it but no style points were given.
The following day was a 200 km totally ripio (shingle.gravel road) ((again)).
About half way we entered into a valley which again made for great
viewing, I don’t think I could ever get sick of looking at this place,
ever corner with every angle of the sun presenting something different.
And a Dakar racing flat thrown in for fun
As soon as this bright red section finishes it is like you are on a completely different road.
Stopping at Laguna Seca for lunch (it’s true) ... but not as flash as
the race circuit we opted to hide behind the structure to get out of the
biting cold wind, all good.
We made it into San Antonio mid afternoon staying at a hostel, hot
shower ready for the nearly 5000 meter pass the following day ... then its all downhill from there.
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