Plastic Everywhere

Having lived in Argentina now for almost four years, one of the things that still strikes me is the amount of plastic rubbish that covers the landscape. Seeing people throw their rubbish onto the ground when it is no longer wanted is still hard for me witness. The plastic bags are not normally in this category however, and most are used in the home as rubbish bags to contain other trash.

Plastic bag bushes

The myriads of plastic bags across the landscape therefore seems to be inexplicable. The only thing that I can consider a reasonable explanation is that the dogs that roam the streets, and there are many dogs roaming the streets, tear up the bags looking for food and the wind blows them off. With a landscape covered in thornbushes, these bags end up impaled on a thorn or two and remain there until they finally start to fall apart.

Fields full of plastic bags

Although plastic bags were a great idea at first, their effect on the environment has long outweighed any cost or convenience and it is time to ban them from our lives. There are already some cities in Argentina that have banned their use, and many others around the world have done so for some time. There are many better alternatives that we need to use now. Let’s do it.

Russians and Boat Wrecks

Now that I have my bike, there are places to go that I have not yet been. This means jumping on the bike and picking a new place just to see what it is like. Today I headed out to find the old boat wrecks that lay somewhere along the beach north of Madryn.

The boats from a distance

The ride started off on the sand, but before long I was riding along a sandstone rock that covered the entire beach area. Some parts were covered in a green algie and were very slippery, other parts were bare and dry but filled with deep ruts that made riding really difficult and slow.

Riding over the rocky section

Continuing onward, the wrecks could be seen in the distance, and like all things that can be seen in the distance, they did not look too far away. They were however, and it took more than an hour of riding over some really rough rocks before I started to get near them.

Lots of bumps along the way

On the left hand side a cliff rose up beside me, with a strong wind whipping the sand and dirt into my eyes when I was not careful. Unfortunately my ride was against the wind, which made things just that much harder and slower. It did not deter me from the goal however, and after much effort I finally reached the boats in their final resting place along the beachfront.

Nearing the boats

The newest of all boats present was one that looked like a Russian whaling boat. At least that is what it looked like to me. A rope hung from a lowerable stairway which gave access to climb aboard, something that I would like to do with some friends later on.

The Russian boat

The size of this ship was amazing when I compared it to my bicycle, found in the middle of the photo below. Each ship was pretty big but this one seemed even bigger. Perhaps that was just because it was the one that I got closest to.

My bicycle is in the middle of the hull

After lots of riding against the wind it was a joy to turn around and head back along the roads. The wind provided so much assistance that there were times when I was overtaking the cars. With such a great push, it was easy to get back just before the sun set and darkness obscured the long unlit road back home.

Far from home

Old boat wreck along the way

Sunset on the way home