At the 140 km mark, we stopped at a restaurant that functions as a cycling clubhouse. There is a collection of artifacts, such as discarded gloves and plaster paw prints. A cycling repair bench is useful. And one can get lost in the wall with comments and videos.
The world’s tiniest deer, the pudús, have been spotted in the area. We will not likely see one, but now we can recognize the prints.
As we wolfed down a vegetable stew, we checked our traveling rate. It wasn’t fast, and I bear responsibility for that. For some reason, my body bonked about 10 km ago. It makes me feel like I don’t belong in this clubhouse. Not that my traveling companions have contributed to this feeling.
I will have to have my digestive counts checked. There is a medical unit 20 km from here.