Tailwinds – love the sound of that word.
As we packed up this morning, wind was whipping around the courtyard and I hoped it would be the tailwinds so many people had told us we would have.
Danny, our missionary friend, escorted us out of town. As we wound through the neighborhood, we battled the wind. Uh oh. “These are the last headwinds you’ll see for a while,” Danny said as we slowly made our way to the highway. “As soon as we turn that corner we’ll have crosswinds, then we turn south and the wind will push you to Argentina.”
Music to my ears.
And tailwinds they were! We flew. Blasted down the road with barely an effort. Barreling along at 25 kph effortlessly. Payback, baby, payback!
123 km later we pulled into the tiny town of Cabezas and found a spot to set up our tents in the courtyard of a local hotel. It’ll be a toasty night, but a lot cooler in the tents than in one of the hot stuffy hotel rooms.
I hope these winds keep up for the next week.
Kilometers today: 123
Kilometers to date: 21892
Heading out of Santa Cruz with Danny
It’s now the end of the dry season and farmers are burning their fields in preparation of planting next month. The smoky haze in the air made breathing difficult.