The most direct way to Ushuaia is also the worst road imaginable in Argentina. Not that the road is dirt or difficult. It’s just completely flat with a really wicked cross wind. I was able to measure the wind at around 70 mph one day. I could put my hand out and there would be no wind resistance at all. I could have lit a match. It was like riding through a vacuum. Ruby didn’t like it at all, because she started to over heat. No wind over the oil cooler.

The battle was relentless. The entire day was spent riding side ways down long flat roads. I kept thinking to myself, “Do I really need to ride to Ushuaia?” It was beyond miserable. And there would be three days of this!!!! Aaargh!!

Stopping to take pictures is easier said than done on this road. The wind is so strong it could knock Ruby right over.

Probably the only redeeming thing about this road was the endless sky. It stretched forever in all directions. You could see storms miles off in the distance. It was pretty cool.

I stayed in a few nameless towns on my way south. I was so beat by the end of each day, all I wanted was some food, beer, and a warm bed. This kind of riding is simply no fun at all.

After three days I did finally make it to the ferry that crosses over in to Tierra del Fuego. I met a group of Brazilians here waiting for the ferry. They took so many pictures of themselves posing next to signs it was a bit comical.

On the other side, we all posed in front of the Tierra del Fuego sign.

And than it was on to Ushuaia. This section of the road; actually just before the ferry and than roughly another 140km later; are two border crossings. You cross from Argentina in to Chile and than back to Argentina. So this day consisted of a lot of waiting at borders.

I stopped for the day in a small town called Tolhuim just before Ushuaia. I figured I could get to Ushuaia early the next day and do some bike maintenance.

Only one day from traversing the length of the Americas.



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