Or as it´s quickly becoming. Buenos Aires to ...... Quito, Equador. Or anywhere else we can fly or ship out of. We´re burning cash here, and the crash of the Aussie dollar isn´t helping. We arrived in Buenos Aires not happy by the advice the Flightcentre chick gave us when she said the plane would definately only stop in Santiago and not Auckland......... Auckland airport is not a bad place to stop over. You´re guaranteed there will be some code of footy on. So I managed to watch a bit of Ireland - Samoa in the League. This stop increased our travel time total to 24 hours though, and we were routed when we arrived. We managed to find a hotel close to the airport for ´mucho pesos´, and managed to get to the cargo area pretty early in the morning. Now the fun was to begin. It´s basically a ´bend over, and pay cash if you please´ type of excersive. But we were pretty lucky, as they took credit card. So we paid LAN Chile, for the ´handeling´, and the waybill to take to customs. Luckily again the chick at customs took care of the whole thing. All we had to do was fly into town for mucho pesos by taxi, pay for some local bike insurance, fly back out of town (the airport is miles away from town) and try not to be cought out by the lunch brake. We simply waited while the lovely chick took care of it all. Than the bikes appeared and we could unpack them. This is when I discovered that my beautifully crafted crashbar was completely rooted by the handling guys. One was named He-man and tightened the strap so much it buckled the bar and bent the whole thing south. Gazilion of crashes by both myself and my missus couldn´t manage that, but one flight, and it was busted. Anyway. We did some more paying and finally were allowed to leave to ride the endless kilometres across the farm land and desert these guys call La Pampa. It can´t be good if there is name for it, right? I can only compare it to crossing the Nullarbor. Luckily I have only done that by train, but we were now doing it by bike. Destination San Carlos de Bariloche in the Argetinian Lake District, some 2000km from BA. Bloody hell this is tough going. It´s dead windy, and dead hot, and dead fenced. Seriously. Every road is fenced and if you go and camp along some of the wider sections of a side road you get the coppers coming to kick you off. What for? There is nothing there?? Sad to say that on one U-turn in this loose dusty crap I produced the first drop. Endless. Things get a bit easier when we reached this major river caller Negro I think. There were heaps of orchards and some private camping, to which these fella´s showed us the way. The flat La Pampa started to give way to the slightly hilly La Pampa. The bikes love the twisties there. And this finally started to give way to the Lake District around Bariloche. From here you can take the partly dirty road to San Martin de los Andes. There are some awesome camping spots around here. Not always rough ones, but there are some ´municipal´ ones. More on my blog.