The Power of Snooze

I knew nothing about Patagonia before coming here. Well, I know nothing about most things, but although I had read a few things several months ago, endlessly researching a place leaves a little left to the imagination. Besides, having your own vehicle means I can go where the hell I like and what speed I like and sleep where I like. . .its the freedom taken for granted by overlanders. It doesnt always work out though. . . my uncle and I "slept" last night in conditions that can be best described as blustery as a motherfucker. There were such huge gusts of wind I felt seasick in the Landy. In my uncles tent, the poles bent. I can usually hear his rabid, end-of-days snoring from thirty feet and beyond a waterfall, but he was quiet last night. And thus, has been sleeping most of the day in somewhere with solid walls. Instead, I drove for 250km. And then in the afternoon, drove another 160km. However, I cannot survive for many days with only a few hrs sleep. I simply cant do it. No matter how many gurus tell me to get up at 4am and get out there to start my day, leaving my laurels unmolested, I need a minimum of 6 hrs. I was delighted when heard that Tim Ferris gets 9hrs a day. What a hero!

Check Your Lids For Holes

My uncle, who retired to bed 6 hours ago and will stay there until tomorrow morning when I wake him, is some kind of napping champion. He'll nod off during a chat. Then wake up and kick off the conversation with something inane. "Ohh a river!" But hes 82 and has to listen to me blathering on all day, so Id probably pretend I was napping too. Did you know that 'patagonia' actually comes from the first European explorers thinking all the indigenous had big feet and were giants? And snooze....