Further south I seem to encounter more and more penguinos, first at Reserva Fauntistica Punta Tombo, then further south at Reserva Batural Cabo Dos Bahias. Watching the little guys waddle around never gets old, and they don’t seem to be bothered one little bit by our presence.
I drive down an oceanside gravel road for the purpose of exploration and find myself at the nondescript little village of Camarones, where I spend the night in the Municipal Campground. In the morning I do a double take when I see the little Suzuki of Rossi and Trond, overlanders I bumped into a few times in Peru. They’ve been down to Ushuaia (they started in Vancouver, Canada) and are now heading North, uncertain of how far they will go. I’m overjoyed to see friends and we spend the entire day, night, and next morning catching up and throughly enjoying the company. They are also a little burnt out like me, and it’s amazing how having people I can relate to makes me feel a hundred percent better.
Seeing Rossi and Trond is a great boost to my energy, and the information they share about the adventures I can look forward to fills my dreams at night.