Since the birth of El Solitario the priciest commodity around here is time! Time to ride away, time to submerge into the wild, time to think out of the box, time to forget routine, time to shoot pictures, time to get drunk, time to get wet, time to stop, time to go! Time flees irretrievably, while we wander around, prisoners of our love of detail, and making us forget the thrill of the unknown. Needing to tackle all of these tasks, and with only five days of hobo chaos ahead, we knew that to design a route nearby enough was critical for success, but still felt confident as for the Ultra-Mini-Adventure we seeked, our beloved Galicia is king. The choice was the extensive network of old, almost abandoned, backcountry roads that contour the Rias, heading North into the infamous Costa da Morte (Death Coast). A Costa da Morte receives its name from its harsh weather and the existence of so many shipwrecks along its treacherous rocky shore. I was immediately overwhelmed by the beauty and wilderness of this isolated area, so close yet so unmolested! A land protected by perpetual black skies, always menacing from above, a sanctuary with mysterious peoples that still preserve pre-Christian Celtic beliefs and rituals… What a ride!
Thanks to Loren & Pilon from La Isla del Tesoro for being such beautiful hosts. Love you guys!