Condo Wildcamp

With the wind forecast predicting tailwinds for most of the day, we were in no hurry to get up in the morning and had a late start for a change.
Little did we know that it would become an even later start...

With our bikes ready to go, Matt noticed his rear tire had a flat 🙅‍♂️What is wrong with the streets in this region...
So the day started with yet another bike repair.

Once we hit the road the promissed tailwind made for another day of fast cycling.
We stopped for a lunch of Pollo halfway in and met another italian cyclist who had just started his journey in Oruro and was going to make it a short day.
And surprise: Matt had a second flat ... today it was his day of misfortune.

We continued southwards along what used to be lake Poopó until 30 years ago, when it finally dried up and turned into another small salt desert.
At the end of the lake, 100km into the ride, we turned westward...and into a massive 6bft headwind!

While we had initially planned to carry on another 10-20km, we were forced to look for shelter in the only village close by, Estancia Condo.
But as it turned out this village was (almost) completely deserted, except for a 90+ year old couple who were half deaf and blind, and half scared half surprised about us knocking at their door.

In the end we opted for the ghost town's abandoned train station as sanctuary for the night. Keeping us out of sight and out of the fierce wind and making for a quiet shelter for the night.

🚴‍♀️Distance cycled: 105 km
🚴‍♂️Flat tyres for Matt: 2
👵People sighted in ghost town: 2
🐔 Medio Pollos consumed: 2/3Baca lagi