Day 76

Miles 15 maybe??

Our aim today was to update the website then hit the road... The website took longer to update than expected and by 2pm we decided to sample a bottle of wine whilst waiting for the photo's to upload, that bottle was followed by another and by late in the evening half of the hostel was on the wine and another good night of music and general drunkenness ensued.

Everyone turned in for the night at around 2am so we decided the best thing to do (and the cheapest) was to get on the bikes and wobble out of town and camp... the Dutch are a bad influence.

Day 77

Miles 400

Fucking Dutch. We managed to get a fairly early start all things considering and hit the road before 8am. The going was tough but the roads were good and we were soon at the Argentine/Chilean border. This would have been the smoothest, most efficient border of the trip if it wasn't for the picolickas working there. I couldn't believe how unhelpful, miserable and down right rude the whole bloody lot of them were. Especially the two clowns who emptied the contents of my boxes onto the floor whilst repeatedly asking if I was smuggling class A fruit and Veg. Oranges are particularly frowned upon due to the high vitamin C content. Once repacked we were allowed to leave and so duly tested the acoustics of the customs shed, leaving Dumb and Dumber to continue interfering with the sniffer dog. Welcome to Chile baby!

About 2pm we came over all Dutch and had a nap, this was nysh. We also now appear to once again be in a country that expects you to pay tolls on a bike. After that customs experience there is no chance we are paying for these most excellent roads, so we have been following cars through barriers and on occasion taking to the footpaths before pinning it WFO. There was also a brief confrontation with a pair of parking attendants who wanted paying for the two minutes we spent at the wanky bank. It is only a fool that stands in front of the Boy's bike as all mammals are treated as obstacles not to be avoided.

All in all this morning left a nasty taste in the mouth, however the people we met this afternoon have restored things to an even keel. This is definitely not Argentina though, it seems more like France, which would explain a thing or two.

Must remember to oil the number plates in the morning, wet roads today have cleaned them to an almost legible state.

Day 78

Miles 410

We made a good start today and covered 250 miles before lunch, all of which were in the direction of Argentina. After a short nap we crossed the border at around 2pm, the border was in an absolutely idyllic setting with snow capped mountains all around and it just continued to be pleasant for the rest of the day... its great to be back in Argentina.

Our camp spot for the night was just outside of town in a lay by but not long after falling asleep we were awoken by the cops and told it was not safe there so move on, the first time on the trip we have had to move camp, not a problem as we just rode further out of town and found somewhere off the road... nysh.