Second stage of my South American Journey
When I lifted the cover under which I had parked my bike in this Chilean
seaside town 8 months ago, I could not believe that this rusty something
was my Honda Transalp, that had served me so well for 130.000km so far.
With the help of my host Raul and his family, and a motorcycle shop,
we got it running again. On the way to Santiago, I got used to my bike
again. The rich central valley is full of large vegetable and fruit processing
plants. Large plantations of apples, grapes and pears dominate the countryside.
When riding the spectacular road over the Cumbre (sometimes also called
Los Libertadores) pass between Santiago and Mendoza in Argentina,
passing the highest mountain in the America's,
Mt. Aconcagua (6959m),
I detected dripping oil below the motor. This worried me and I feared
that the engine leaked or some other bad problems might have occurred.
Some oil-refills and 60km later, I reached the nice town of Los Andes
with a motorcycle shop. It turned out to be just a leak in the new oil
filter that was fitted in a motorcycle shop in Chillan.
Travelling north from Santiago, I experienced the gradual climatic change
from rich agricultural country to the vast Atacama Desert. Between Ovalle
and Vicuna, I took the gravel road through the foothills of the Andes.