After spending Holy Week and Easter and a few days more in the company of good friends, it’s time to leave Buenos Aires. I’ve gotten my passport back from the Paraguay Embassy and have a shiny new visa in it just waiting to be used. So off we go, bound for the northern border to cross into yet another new country for me.
We ride up Avenida 9 de Julio and see Evita smiling over her beloved city.
I, of course, want to stop and buy a tee at Harley Davidson if we can, and gps and my phone eventually get us there. The gps, which I continue to swear is on the “most challenging” setting, sends us a bit out of our way and then we double back in traffic on narrow cobblestoned streets to get where we need to be. A spunky blonde woman on a BMW pulls up next to us in traffic and shouts over the noise of the bikes in Spanish “where are you from” to which Brian cannot respond, partly because he is wearing ear plugs and partly because her Spanish was so rapid fire that he didn’t catch it. She pulls over next to me then and I respond. She introduces herself as Estella and asks if we need anything…directions? help? anything at all? and I thank her and say she is very kind, but we don’t need anything. And off she goes. That is what I love about motorcyclists…most of us are like family, without ever having met.
We pull into HD and park and go inside. The guys are super nice, offering us a hot coffee for the road and air conditioning.
Just another reason to love Argentina and Harley Davidson…
We ride north on Highway 9 and then 12 and keep moving, across bridges and rivers, and into pampas and then farmlands filled with grazing cattle and squeaking, rusty windmills.
About 100 miles into the day I pull over on the multi-lane, interstate-like highway and take a photo of my girl and of the odometer. She is celebrating a milestone (no pun intended) as we have just crossed into the 50,000 mark of the mileage of my bike. I whisper a quick mixture of love, appreciation and congratulations to her and then climb back on and go catch up with Brian.
We had a very late start to the day after the stop at HD, so we only cover a couple of hundred miles. We stop in Colon for the night and camp at a camping club on the river Uruguay…on the other side we can see yet another country we hopefully will visit soon.
We get a fairly early start the next day hoping to get within a hundred miles of the border to cross the following day into Paraguay.
And that night we camp along the same river in Santo Tome, and on the other side is Brazil.
And the next day we ride for Paraguay. The land has gotten greener over the 700 miles we have covered from BA, and it’s much warmer and more humid. There are giant tree farms and crops now, instead of just grazing pastures.