Mike Rio Gallagos to Ushuaia Hola Chicos. I’m typing this from an awesome apartment in Ushuaia we found on Airbnb, but I better go back to where we left off. Rio Gallegos. Apologies for any spelling mistakes I'm TUI (Typing under the influence) We had a pretty uneventful ride until we hit the ferry to Tierra del Fuego. Shortly after we pulled up a super friendly local stopped beside us on a late model Versys 750 kitted out for touring. He’s part of a local biker club based out of Rio Grande. Despite our appalling Spanish and his lack of English we had a great time. He offered to let us stay at his place but we had already booked a hotel that morning. While we were chatting, gesturing, and nodding at each other’s bikes, a few guys from Brazil turned up on a mixed bag on big beemers and a triumph tiger. Turns out they are part of the Argentinian Harley V-Rod club. Who would have known…. Anyway, once we got to the other side the Beemer/Harley/Triumph group pulled over for photos, and we put the hammer down to make some miles, the weather was less than optimal rain/wind/fog. We were still managing to fang along at a pretty good pace until Marcelo (KLR) started shaking his head and pointing at his fuel tank, turns out he was running on fumes. We had about 100ks left of range so if worst came to worst we could have siphoned some out. Didn’t end up coming to that and we filled up just south of the last border crossing into Argentina. It was pretty bloody cold at this stage and Meg was pretty much frozen on the back. I claimed I wasn’t cold. Obviously. Once we filled up the rain let off and it was throttle pinned all the way to Rio Grande. With fresh concrete road and no markings it felt like we were on a racetrack. Once we got to Rio, Marcelo rode with us to our hotel and we said our goodbyes. He gave us a club sticker which I swapped for my last beer. (not a great sacrifice as there was supermarket a few blocks down) We warmed up and decided to go into town for a quiet meal. Unfortunately, we stumbled into a great bar and got extremely hydrated. Luckily at some point we got an sos message out to the hotel and booked another night. Things where extremely grim the next morning. I woke up at 6, turned on all the lights and declared I was fine to ride to Ushuaia. Luckily I was outvoted because by 10am I had sobered up and was about as good as tits on a bull. The next day we got a good start and hit the road, and it was awesome, I reckon as good as anything we had seen on the Austral. The low point was getting pulled over and harassed at a checkpoint because the police man manning it (great pun) (who looked about 17) thought we were British and in a mix of Spanish and English and google translate held us up for about half an hour. During the process, he bought up the Falkland war a few times for good measure. We kept smiling and nodding and eventually he decided it was okay for us to carry on…... So here we are in Ushuaia, we’ve got a bit of exploring to do before we abandon the bike and get on the ship to Antarctica. Thomas and Sandra are arriving on the 10th and I assume there will be some more updates before we depart to the 7th Continent. If anyone else is down this we would love to catch up for a beer. Salut!