11 March 2018 – I gassed up, ate a light bite, and asked
where ATMs were. I found out where they were. The first ATM didn’t accept my
card and the second one did. I was happy about that. I needed a better supply
of Argentine Pesos. A man came up to me speaking Spanish, something I totally
didn’t understand. Something about Police / Policia and Hwy 3 to Ushuaia,
exactly where I was headed. Then he left.
I went and made my withdrawal from the ATM. Blanche directed
me out of town and can you believe it right past this guy’s house. He asked me
to wait. He ran over to his garage and got his motorcycle out. It didn’t start
too well. Obviously it had been sitting too long to just start up. While I was waiting
for him to get his motorcycle started an older lady came out of her house and
wanted her picture taken with me. She really liked me for some reason. Her
daughter took the picture. After the picture taking season, the man with his
motorcycle guided me through the back streets to Highway 3 to Ushuaia. Apparently
by doing this, I avoided all the road construction and the police. He told me
what road to take after the scenic route and Blanche bought into his route. We
were off. I thanked him immensely for his help and left smiling.
I was on Hwy 3 out of Caleta Olivia. The road was great the
first half of the trip. The second half of the day the black top roads were
rutted up from the heavy semi-truck use. I saw many llamas and emus. I saw an adult
male llama jump a five foot fence and female and her young llama clear a three foot
fence easily. I was amazed. I frequently encountered the Emus and Llamas
walking on the road. You have to watch out for them just like Wisconsin and
Minnesota deer. It could be pretty scary at times.
The scenery was mostly flat desert and worn down mountains. The Andes are a really old mountain range.
Plenty of shrub brush. I didn’t have any real wind problems, mostly a slight
cross wind which wasn’t any worse than riding across South Dakota.
I called it quits for day and stayed the night in Puerto San
Julian. I didn’t make it to Puerto San Cruz or Rio Gallegos. That was a letdown.
The first hotel I stopped at was too expensive, so I left. The second hotel
didn’t have any secure parking, so I left. The third hotel was recommended by
the receptionist in the second hotel. I had huge communication problem with the
staff, so I left. On the way over to the
4th hotel, a dog ran out and bit me in the knee of my riding suite. He chomped
into the knee pad and no harm done. However, had I been able to get off that
motorcycle and with a stick in my hand I would have beat that dog senseless. No
dog that takes a chomp out of me and gets away with it. He wouldn’t make that
mistake again.
At the 4th hotel I paid $600 Pesos and gave them my passport,
and check in was done in 5 minutes. My kind of hotel with secure parking. I
found a buddy while unloading my motorcycle. A little black puppy who wanted to
play. We had a lot of fun for a while. I didn’t want to tell the little fella
he had a rough life ahead of him. That’s a statement based on dogs in general
in Mexico, Central America and South America. I went to bed hoping I’d see the
little hound again.
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