Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 166

than the length of Ireland on gravel and sand; I allowed myself a
“Whose your daddy!!!” moment.
I showered with all my gear on again howling with pangs of
muscular ache and pain as I stripped of. I left the gear all hanging
up to dry while I headed off into the square to grab a steak and a
beer which I was salivating about as I got closer to the town
square.
Cafayate was a great town, I loved it. It looks and feels the way all
towns should with a lovely square surrounded by restaurants. The
people there were very friendly and the town had a really relaxed
atmosphere. It was also the first town I’d encountered on my way