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> solo biketouring the coast of argentinian patagonia, about 15 years ago (heading to Península Valdez, check the place, it's beautiful).
> alterning cliffs with superwide sandy beaches, strong winds, i'm exhausted.
> as the day ends, i get to a beach and set tent between some low dunes, like 300m from the shore. far in the horizon, over the South Atlantic, i see a massive storm forming. meh.
> eat and pass out on my tent.
> wake up to a sudden flash, a thundering noise and the shaking and flapping of my tent.
> pop head out to realize that i'm in the middle of the storm, wind is picking up, lightnings illuminating the whole world. there's nothing i can do, nowhere to look for shelter so go back inside the tent.
> all night rain and wind pounded and shaked my precious Moss tent (best /out/ thing ever had). at some moments i feared the wind would lift the tent with me in it. i can hear the waves bigger and bigger, but i'm far from them. finally fall asleep.
> wake up to a beautiful summer morning. tent resisted great, but when i go outside i find that the tide had rised and reached up to no more than 10m from my tent, traces of waves, seafoam 50cm high and jetsam forming a barrier all along the feet of the low dunes where i setted camp.
a pic from google maps of the exact place.
