Note to self (and other ADV riders): Don’t attempt to bring moto parts into Argentina. In this case, new tires. The airline had no issue whatsoever with accepting two nicely-packaged new tires as checked luggage. I arrived in Buenos Aires, picked up my luggage, passed migración, and after being waved through aduanas an officer stops me and asks me to come with him. He explained that it isn’t legal for individuals to “import” auto or moto parts. I explained that they are for my personal use on my moto, which should have been obvious since I was carrying a helmet, a tank bag, and a duffle full of riding gear. The guy wouldn’t have it, and after 13+ hours in the air and a very late arrival, I wasn’t up to a debate. Let me just pay the fine, I said. Well, that of course can’t be done on the spot and because of the late hour, I would have to come back when the office is open tomorrow. OK, cool. “How much will the fine be?” When he told me he equivalent of about US$300, I told him to jam it. I can buy a new set of tires in BsAs and would rather give my money to a private enterprise rather than any government. Keep ‘em, I said, and left for my hotel. I stayed in the Palermo neighborhood, close to where my bike is stored. I got up early, walked over to the garage, and found the bike exactly as I left it, just turned around by my friend to give it the appearance of being used once in a while. As luck would have it, the closet moto shop was one of the BMW dealerships in the city, and was just a mile away. I arrived at Cordasco Motohaus BMW, and Cesar in the service department got me set up and promised the bike back by 3 PM. That was perfect and would give me almost a full day to explore more of the city on foot. Buenos Aires is a spectacularly beautiful city, with a rich culture and history. Because it was settled mostly by Italians and other Europeans, and looks and feels more like Europe than Latin America. In addition to the numerous modern skyscrapers, there are thousands of older buildings designed in the style of classic European architecture. Depending on where in the city you are, it might feel and appear like you’re in Paris, London, or Rome. My hotel in Palermo. On my way Comuna 14 in Palermo, one of my favorite areas in the city, I walked through the Botanical Garden near Plaza Italia. There is a wide variety of plant species from all over the world in its various gardens. After the garden, I headed over to Comuna 14 in Palermo, one of my favorites here. It has a great vibe and lots of excellent restaurants and shops. Lunch at La Hormiga! ¡Que rico! Am I in Milan? Lots of interesting little motos on the streets. A little coffee break. After lunch it was back to pick up the bike. All washed, with a brand new set of Continental Anakee 3s. Not as aggressive as I would have liked, but great tires and it’s all pavement from here for the next 5,000 miles of my trip anyway. I rode (carefully) back to park the moto, and then walked back to the hotel to shower up and organize my things so that I can get an early start for Uruguay in the morning. Finished that up in short order and headed to Puerto Maduro. The Women’s Bridge - La Puente de Las Mujeres The old customs house. Evita’s husband. Looks like a stroll through a European city. The Pink House, or La Casa Rosada. The president’s residence. Puerto Maduro at night. I was up bright and early on Saturday to grab the Moto and pack it up for the trip. Then off to the Buquebus ferry for the 90-or-so minute voyage to Uruguay. The loading area. This thing is huge. The bike’s all tied down and secure. The border crossing was thus far simple. Stamped out of Argentina and into Uruguay at the migración kiosks right in the Buquebus terminal. After that, I went back down to he loading area where the moto was parked. I handed the customs officer my Argentina TVIP and that was that. He said that I would get a new one when I re-enter he country. As for the process for foreign vehicles on the Uruguay side, I’ll know soon enough. Ciao, Argentina! Steaming toward Colonia, Uruguay across the Río de la Plata.