Richard Goodhead, who started his epic walking adventure in Ushuaia, is now on his way north on Ruta 40, the scenic dirt road that follows the Andes mountain range.
He has passed El Calafate, and continues onward in spite of terrible headwinds making progress slow, non-existent towns, a desperate lack of water, and a frightful encounter with Chilean police.
With a determination that does not leave him, a group of encouragers around the world egging him on through phone calls, messages, emails, tweets and Facebook, he is set to arrive in Mendoza before February.
Richard Goodhead is a tall, unassuming man with a confident strut. When I met him in the airport he walked straight past with determination in his face. This determination is something he will need soon. Tomorrow begins his epic journey from Ushuaia to Aconcagua, Mendoza. Walking.
That’s right. This South African is planning on walking from Ushuaia to Aconcagua over the next four months. A distance of 4,000 kms.
Every time we go shopping, Faith gets to ride shotgun on the trolley. Asleep or awake, she loves it. The movement helps her sleep, and the colours and patterns of everything around her helps keep her happy while she is awake. This is a short video of her riding behind mum in the trolley.
Well, that is easy to say… she is my girlfriend, the one I love. She is the one to whom I am engaged, whom I plan on marrying. She is a beautiful young lady of whom I had heard a lot but never met. When I finally did get to meet her, I had never encountered such an amazing woman. She took my interest very quickly, and the more we talk and discover about each other, the more we are both convinced that this is going to be a permanent relationship.
Covered in flour and eggs… an Argentine tradition to celebrate a big event
So on Thursday, the 17th of December, 2009, I got engaged to Silvina Noemi Prado.
It was the 11th of December that I boarded the bus heading to Rio Gallegos, the last city on mainland Argentina. My bus trip was about to take 16 hours before I got there, so there was plenty of time to think.
The entire trip to Ushuaia was something almost instantaneous. Although I had been trying to get down here for the last three months, it was only after a chat on the 10th with my YWAM base director, Jorge Rios, that this trip came about. So everything happened extra quickly, and by the end of the day I had purchased my tickets needed to get me to Ushuaia.
Ushuaia as seen from the plane while coming in to land.
Yep. That’s what you get when you have a wonderful iPod Touch with its glass screen and no protective cover. When it fell from my pocket down onto the rough cement floor below me, with the glass facing down, it was a sickening sound that I heard. Now my iPod has a number of different cracks over the glass. It still works perfectly, although reading through the broken areas of the screen is difficult, but I am just thankful that it still works.
Only a few blocks from my destination, I notice an old man hobbling along the footpath. His slow speed and awkwardness creates an obstacle for the handful of people who are out today, and they all detour around him so as to continue on their way. As I approached him, he looked up at me and asked if I had any money to give him so he could buy a pizza for lunch. This was not your normal person begging on the streets. Here was an old man, leaning on a cane and dressed in an old suit from yesteryear…
The sweet harmony of crashing waves slowly ease their way through into my consciousness. I spin on the bed, trying to coax another half an hour’s rest from the already stifling hot day. The early sun’s rays have heated the canvas annex to the point of a sauna and beads of sweat are starting to run off my body.
“Just a little more…” I think to myself casting off even the smallest corner of the sheet which had been touching me in the vain hope that it would cool me off.
Ten minutes later, after tossing and turning and trying to force myself back into the bliss of sleep, the war against the ever increasing heat off the sun is lost.