Jes, Wade, and the Spaniards
The casa has been a happenin’ spot lately. My friends Jessie and Wade flew in last week to visit us and brought along three surfboards. Jess has been surfin’ for about four years now, and though I’m severely lagging behind I figure it’s not too late to learn. Good times were had (perhaps too good) and mucha Imperial was consumed. They even got me to paddle out with them into the biggie surf. I got pounded.
Master of pancakes, pourin’ your syyyyrrup.
A few days into Jessie and Wade’s trip, some Spaniards came through our town on loaded down bicicletas. They were intercepted by Jared and brought back to the casa. Jess had just finished leading a yoga session for the 2 of us and we were deep in meditation as Jared came up to the window shouting, “Lauren, Lauren, we’ve got two bicycle tourists here.” It was fun to be on the reverse end of the bike touring begger spectrum, and luckily Jess and Wade were cool enough to go along with letting two smelly Spaniards share the house with us for the night.
Juan and Rafa are hardcore. My jaw dropped when I saw their bikes. They may as well have taken a piss on my pannier. Rafa is on the shittiest of shitty department store grade bike that he got in Columbia for $40, and Juan’s ain’t much better. Juan has ridden all the way from Argentina and is headed to Alaska. Rafa started in Columbia and is going to finish his journey in Mexico. Pretty amazing and humbling. Juan had some very intense stories. He was apparently camping on the coast of Chile only 30 km from the epicenter when that bad earthquake hit last year. He said that the shaking woke him up and that he was very disoriented but headed up to higher ground in the mountains. When he went back to his campsite, his bike was destroyed and people were dead. The earthquake caused a tidal wave that hit the coast. It was very humbling to hear of what they are doing and the thought crossed my mind to buy a cheap beach cruiser and hop aboard.
It’s always quite interesting to see other people’s take on cycling. These two, for example, smoked everything like chimneys. Very Euro. It was refreshing to see two that were purely in it for the adventure.
The two call themselves the black cats, and the headline reads that when something bad happens, they are passing through on bikes. They informed me that was not the case when they came through our town! We didn’t have an earthquake while they were here, so I guess they made an exception for us!