We wake up in the middle of the night, because the tent peg of the front apsis disentagled from the ground and the tarpaulin waves wildly. Moe goes outside and tries to burden the pegs with stones.
After we managed to avoid the corrupt police checkpoint, we want to get to the south quickly, so that we get there while it is still “warm”. Like in Uruguay, it is also difficult to find wildcamping spots in Argentina, because all land is fenced along the streets.
In the port, the check-in happens really fast and we can start to ride the bike after a short time – but where should we go now? We decided on the ship that we would like to see a part of Uruguay before we go down south.
We turn around the corner in the port and there she stands, the Grande Amburgo – what a colossus. The preparatory stress of the last few days has finally ended with the arrival in port. Next month, we’ll finally have some time to calm down.
Yesterday, I have been able to experience the absolutely brilliant feeling that you get when you finally hold your driving licence for motorcycles in your own hands. I’m sure it was the right decision…