Carmen de Areco – San Antonio de Areco – 66 km
It appeared a further day of grinding into a headwind, and I was pleased we’d
pushed on the day before. After eating the leftover bread with cheese and drinking
our coffee (as I hadn’t yet acquired a taste for mate), we rode the short distance to
San Antonio.
Traffic was horrendous, as usual, but slightly less so once off Route 7. A beautiful
ride through the countryside brought us to San Antonio. Dating from the 18th
century, the town was loaded with history and romantically considered home to the
Gauchos. Mercifully, San Antonio had a campground where one could pitch a tent
and relax in the shade.