(Left to Right) Carlos, Jose, Carlos, and Hernan.
The winds finally subsided enough for me to enjoy my ride. The winds were still blowing, just not as strong, and they were not killing me as before.
After four months of following road signs that indicated SOUTH, it was strange and awkward to see and follow road signs that indicated NORTH. This part of Argentina’s Patagonia seems to be a lot like West Texas in the USA. Because I had not repaired the crossover fuel line, and my fuel range was about 50 miles less per tank, I decided to ride at a speed of about 60 MPH instead of the normal 80 to 90. The distances between towns and fuel stops were far apart as well. Traveling at this slower speed made for some long days of riding.
I made my way to Puerto Madryn, a stop for the Dakkar Rally. While exploring the town I came across four guys traveling on BMW GSs. They were from Buenos Aires and were on their way to Ushuaia. They were riding a couple of 1200 GSs and a couple of 1100 GSs. We traded a few stories over lunch, and as fast as they rode into town they rode out. They were on a mission to get to Ushuaia before winter set in.
