wild camping
Ola bonnie25, I have noticed only you responded to my thread. It is probably because woman who "wild camp" are not as social as those who prefer established campgrounds or hostels. For me wild camping is the essence of oveland motorcycle travel. I remember in Peru, way up in the Andes, with the dirt track closed because of a land slide, I remember camping right there beside the road, waiting for workmen to clear the track, and I remember mothers from a nearby village sending their young children with bowls of soup for me.
I cried, not because of the landslide, but because of the children bringing me soup. When you are alone, sometimes it is good to cry. I did.
Thanks for your comments. rosa del desierto
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