Km 160,330

During the next 6 months I cycled the rest of the country. From Bariloche to Formosa and from there to Buenos Aires, through Paraguay and Foz de Iguazu. I could not end a 16-year long journey around the world without knowing Argentina in depth.

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That is why I visited its 23 provinces and in them I was received by more than 50 families. It’s impossible to mention each and everyone of the family members, friends and acquaintances that gave me a place to stay in the kindest way. Something surprising happened to me in Misiones, when a guy who knew me from the Internet contacted me to make a TV interview and offered me to stay at his house. But, after the first night he asked me to leave because I was not humble – I was a stuck-up from Buenos Aires and I had bad vibes.
I tried to talk with him about it, but the guy did not want to. So I packed all my things and left as fast as I could, very saddened. In all of these years of travel I was sheltered by more than 1,000 families and nobody ever told me anything similar. I felt like a dog, and I think that all of this was because I was not interested in being interviewed by other TV and radio programs in his city. I only agreed on appearing in his show.

Please know, my friends, that in this past year I was interviewed in more than 70 occasions in Argentina, and to be honest I do not feel like going to every interview I’m invited. It’s not that I mean to be derogatory with inland people – it’s a matter of math. I’d rather be interviewed by the national or provincial press, which reach more people. Not everybody understands what a bike traveler needs. I’m not even from Buenos Aires city, I’m from San Martin, Buenos Aires province. I’m outraged by the people who judges you for the city in which you were born.

But what outrages me the most of this Argentina is the gap that politic ideology left in most of its population. I knew this – we Argentinians talk about football, politics and economics as if we were experts on the subject. What I wasn’t aware of is how society divided itself into two irreconcilable sides: Kirchnerists and Antikirchnerists – that is those in favor or against the last government’s politics, which lasted three 4 year periods. What shocked me was seeing the gap separated life long friends, coworkers and even families.

Arrival in Buenos Aires, the end of the journey

Finally, I cycled from Misiones to Buenos Aires I contacted various cycling groups from the city for my arrival for them to join me on the 29th of December in my last kilometers from Tigre to the Obelisco. Fernando, a childhood friend that had already cycled with me in Antilles and Bolivia handled the logistics. He spoke with the Sustainable Mobility Secretariat, and he managed to get the city Transport Department’s escort in order to help the bikers cycle through the city. Also, he spoke with the La Boca Firefighters so they would also escort us the last kilometer in 9 de Julio Avenue.

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That definitely an EXCITING DAY. I woke up nervous, and with a weird sensation in my stomach. It was early, so I went to the terrace. It was not raining still, so as every single morning, I made my breathing Exercises and I chanted the Hare Krishna mantra. The same mantra that I took with me the 167.510 km. For me, to accomplish such a dream was like a miracle. Even I didn’t believe I would be able to come this far. That is why my arrival was like touching the sky with my hands. It was where I imprinted that burning desire of the path I made from myself without even noticing it. It’s incredible. My only previous experience on a bike was cycling just 200 km in two days. Imagine, then, how I felt when that morning we arrived at the 9 de Julio Avenue accompanied by other 60 bikers, a fire truck and a City Transit Department vehicle.

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In those final meters, the day I left Brazil, where I was very successful, crossed my mind. Also the day I left to Africa with angst and my brain telling me I SHOULD NOT do this. That time, back in 2001, and in order to make my sponsors happy, I went to the media and without noticing it I pressured myself “Congratulations Pablito”, my father told me when I got sponsored, “Now you have to do it” Haven’t I got to this point I would have felt like a failure, or even worse, an idiot. That is why I went “ALL IN” from the beginning. It’s incredible how this dream materialized. It’s incredible seeing how belief and telling my story to so many people for so many years took me to the end.

Because of this and much more that day was GLORIOUS and MOVING to me.

See it yourselves:

What now?

Greetings from MAR DEL PLATA, where I am for the season promoting my Documentary The World By Bike. Meanwhile, I’m preparing to be a MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER. I’m also categorizing more than 300 hours of video from the trip with future plans for a book this year. I’m still defining who to write it with.
And my most CHALLENGING project is to make a DOCUMENTARY SERIES, and for that I’m hoping to partner up with a production company to produce and commercialize documentaries abroad, or to make a team of my own and finance it through corwdfunding. Contacts, ideas and proposals are well received. DM me please.

GREETINGS, AND THAT THIS UNDERTAKING SHOW THAT ONE CAN GET AS FAR AS THEIR HEART AND COURAGE DESIRE

CHEERS TO THAT!

This blog entry was translated by Antonio Miloro. You can contact him for translations at tr.miloro@gmail.com

If you wish to know more about my trip, get the documentary: The World by Bike