陽春三月，春暖花開的日子，正是出游好時(shí)節(jié)！一直覺得旅行的魅力就在于可以暫時(shí)忘卻一切喧囂和煩惱，無拘無束地?fù)肀ё约合蛲哪欠斤L(fēng)景，盡情享受那份行在路上的輕松自在……現(xiàn)在就讓我們跟隨本文的作者M(jìn)ike一起騎上摩托車，暢游南美吧！本文雖生詞較多，但語言優(yōu)美，描寫細(xì)致，值得細(xì)讀一番！

——Maisie

We flew across the Chilean Altiplano until， like the world had been bleached， there lay ahead of us nothing but white. 2)Flamingos looked on. We passed through the Valley of the Moon as the light faded and the sun went through its 3)valedictions， washing the rocks 4)vermilion then gold then 5)ochre. In the distance， a string of cartoon volcanoes， perfect 6)calderas， and beyond， the High Andes， the brilliant white 7)bonnets fading to grey.

We rolled into 8)San Pedro de Atacama， kicking up a trail of dust. It’s the 9)Dodge City of one’s imagination， a 10)Paramount 11)backlot come to life， albeit with internet cafés and 12)poncho shops. Upon entering a door I was surprised to find that there was actually a restaurant beyond， and not just wooden 13)joists holding up the walls. We ordered some food. 14)Tamales and 15)llama steaks and beer that came in litre bottles. I was loving South America. In the middle of the room was an 16)open fire. Above it a large circular hole in the ceiling， through which we gazed at the stars like diamonds. I asked the waiter what happened when it rained. It doesn’t， he said.

Then we were off to Argentina. Climbing slowly at first， more llamas， then some weird-looking rabbits the size of 17)wallabies， and then some things that looked like 18)alpacas. Still climbing. Then suddenly there was nothing. No scrub， no cactus. Just an endless plain with the High Andes 19)cradling and 20)looming over it， like a 21)proscenium arch. The motorbike’s 22)console flashed alarmingly. Minus two. Minus four. Minus six. That’s the ground temperature. At 80 mph on a motorcycle it’s more like minus 30. I had my heated grips on， but I could have been clutching 23)vials of 24)magma and still I wouldn’t have felt them. Still， it could have been worse. To fight off 25)oedemas and to keep myself from slipping into a 26)hypothermic coma， I repeated my 27)mantra: “This is not a holiday it’s an adventure; this is not a holiday…” The border with Argentina lay somewhere up ahead. I just hoped that they had the blankets ready.

Shortly， we were plunging down again， every 100-metre drop bringing air more 28)syrupy and rich; every degree of temperature raised bringing back the real prospect that one day I might be able to straighten my fingers again. We pulled over at a café for coffee. Having coffee in Argentina after being in Chile should be the first thing one does. For coffee in Chile means a 29)sachet of Nescafe and 30)tepid water producing a 31)lumpy 32)glop of extraordinary 33)vileness. While in Argentina， it involves a loving process of 34)alchemy with freshly crushed beans and warmed milk and an end product of such 35)ambrosial ecstasy that you instinctively close your eyes as it slides down your throat and sigh loudly.

We spent the next few days riding through northwest Argentina. First down 36)intestinal 37)tracts of roads—the kind of roads that fill bikers’ winter dreams—that wound their way around bald， crumpled hills that changed colour at every bend—green， pink， yellow， even 38)aquamarine—like your TV being 39)on the blink. Then along 40)arid valleys of sandstone， with fluted 41)columns like giant organ pipes and eroded rocks forming fantastical sculptures.

We rode along the Valley of the Butterflies， millions of them forming fluttering clouds that we passed through， like riding in a 42)kaleidoscope. Down from the mountains， we hit the plains. Mile after mile of vineyards， then brilliant yellow tobacco crops， their leaves drying on the walls of the 43)pueblos we passed through， each with a 44)whitewashed church and a dusty football pitch， the twin obsessions of Argentina. We rode along highways so straight and so long that a 20-degree bend constituted extreme sport; past the pigs and the horses and the donkeys and the chickens that seemed to wander around the 45)Pampas at will， as if Argentina was one giant 46)free-range farm.

My last day with the group was spent in 47)Alta Gracia. The day after they would be heading off to Buenos Aires， where they’d started their trip five weeks and 5，000 miles before. That night， as on every night in Argentina， we dined in a fine restaurant. The food was washed down， as ever， with wine that felt so 48)sublime on the tongue it seemed a crime to swallow it.

The group talked about the trip， recalled the roads and the 49)spills and the 50)near misses and the things they had seen which would stay with them forever. For this had been an adventure，

not a holiday; exposed and vulnerable on a bike， a part of the landscape through which you travel， it brings a real feeling of achievement， of movement， of survival. Driving a car is like watching a movie; riding a motorcycle is like being in one.

我們飛速穿越智利高原，直到天地間一片白茫茫，前面除卻白色別無其他?；鹆银B在空中俯瞰著我們的車隊(duì)。我們途經(jīng)月亮谷，天色漸暗，白日依山，夕陽依次把山巖染成朱紅、金色、赭色。遠(yuǎn)處是一排看似卡通畫中的火山，完美的火山口清晰可見。在火山背后是高高聳立的安第斯山，其熾白色山冠在暮靄中已經(jīng)轉(zhuǎn)為灰色。

我們駛進(jìn)圣彼得阿卡塔馬鎮(zhèn)，揚(yáng)起一路風(fēng)塵。盡管街上有網(wǎng)吧和出售南美披風(fēng)的商店，它仍是人們想象中存在于西部電影里的道奇城，現(xiàn)實(shí)生活中的派拉蒙影視公司的外景地。一進(jìn)小鎮(zhèn)我驚奇地發(fā)現(xiàn)居然有一家真正的餐館，而不只是木梁撐起四面圍墻。我們在餐館里點(diǎn)了菜，墨西哥的玉米面團(tuán)包餡卷、駱駝肉排和大杯的啤酒，我就此愛上了南美洲。餐室中間有一處篝火，上方的屋頂上開著一個(gè)大圓孔，透過圓孔我們可以仰望鉆石般閃亮的星星。我問侍者要是下雨怎么辦？他告訴我這兒不下雨。

我們朝阿根廷進(jìn)發(fā)，剛開始是緩慢的上坡路。駱駝更多了，隨后看見一些長得怪模怪樣的兔子，體形有小袋鼠那么大。再后來出現(xiàn)了些像羊駝的動(dòng)物。繼續(xù)上坡，突然到了一片荒蕪的曠野：沒有灌木叢，沒有仙人掌。只有無邊無際的平原，高大的安第斯山若隱若現(xiàn)，俯身環(huán)抱著草原，像個(gè)舞臺(tái)拱幕。摩托車儀表盤上的警示燈亮了。零下2度、4度、6度，這只是地面溫度，騎在以80英里時(shí)速行進(jìn)的摩托車上，我感覺更像是零下30度了。我開了摩托車的電熱握把，但這時(shí)雙手即使握著兩管滾燙巖漿，恐怕也沒感覺了。更糟糕的事情隨時(shí)可能發(fā)生。為了克服水腫，防止因體溫過低而昏迷，我反復(fù)念著自創(chuàng)的咒語：“不是度假，是探險(xiǎn)，不是度

假……”阿根廷的邊界就在前面了，我只希望有人給我們準(zhǔn)備好了毯子。

很快我們就開始下山了，隨著每下行100米，空氣更稠密更充足，溫度每提升一度，帶給我更大的希望——總有那么一天我凍僵的手指能再伸直。我們在一家咖啡店停下來喝了一杯。到過智利以后，人們在阿根廷要做的第一件事恐怕就是品嘗咖啡。因?yàn)樵谥抢?，咖啡就是一小袋雀巢速溶粉末加溫水沖出來的粗糙的粘糊狀液體，非常令人討厭。而在阿根廷，咖啡的制作有這樣一個(gè)充滿愛意且充滿魔力的過程：燒煮新鮮磨制的咖啡豆，然后加上溫牛奶。出品的咖啡是如此美味的極品，你會(huì)不由自主地閉上眼睛，享受香濃的咖啡緩緩滑下咽喉的過程，然后大聲發(fā)出心滿意足的嘆息。

后來幾天我們在阿根廷西北部穿行。起先沿著羊腸小道——騎手們冬日夢想中的路——這些小路沿著光禿扭曲的山蜿蜒前行，色彩隨小路的每一道彎變幻著：蒼綠、粉紅、金黃、甚至海藍(lán)，像電視壞了，屏幕上各色閃跳。然后車隊(duì)來到了貧瘠的砂巖山谷，山壁上的凹狀石柱像是巨大的管風(fēng)琴的琴管，風(fēng)蝕的山巖形成了巧奪天工的雕塑。

我們沿著蝴蝶谷行駛，數(shù)以百萬計(jì)的蝴蝶如翩然飄動(dòng)的云朵，我們在云下穿行，像置身萬花筒里。從山上下來就到了平原，可以看到連續(xù)數(shù)英里的葡萄園，然后是金黃遍野的煙草田。我們經(jīng)過印地安人的房舍，墻上正晾曬著煙葉。每個(gè)村落都有外表用白涂料粉刷的教堂和塵土飛揚(yáng)的足球場——宗教和足球，是阿根廷人如此著迷的兩樣?xùn)|西。我們一路騎行的公路是如此筆直而漫長，一個(gè)20度的彎道對車手們來說已算是極限運(yùn)動(dòng)了。沿途有成群的豬、馬、驢和雞，似乎隨意在潘帕斯草原上游走，好像阿根廷就是個(gè)無邊無際的大農(nóng)場似的。

我和車隊(duì)在一起度過的最后一天是在阿爾塔格拉西亞市。他們隨后將去阿根廷首都布宜諾斯艾利斯。車隊(duì)歷時(shí)五星期，行駛5000英里的旅程就是在那里開始的。像在阿根廷的每個(gè)夜晚一樣，當(dāng)天夜里我們在一家上好的餐館用餐。食物很快就被一掃而光，佳肴總是伴有美酒，那酒停留在你的舌頭上，感覺如此上乘，你會(huì)感到把它咽下去是一種罪過。

隊(duì)友們談?wù)撝宦沸谐?，回憶起段段路途、一次次的摔跤、險(xiǎn)里逃生的經(jīng)歷，以及所有那些他們將一輩子銘記在心的東西。這是一次真正的探險(xiǎn)，而不是一般的度假，騎在摩托車上，整個(gè)人暴露無遺，容易受傷，你和腳下的路融合在一起，成為風(fēng)景的一部分。探險(xiǎn)帶來了真正的成就感、動(dòng)感和生存挑戰(zhàn)感。開汽車像是在看電影，而騎摩托車則是身在電影中。