Sunday I departed Rio Gallegos early, riding Ruta 3 towards Buenos Aires.  My plan was to ride until the wind forced me to find shelter.  And that is what I did.  230 miles of strong, unpredictable and dangerous winds, and I pulled off the Ruta into the small coastal town of San Julian.  This is the place where Magellan first made his discovery of South America.

Wounded by the fierce wind, the Goose limping due to numerous steady oil leaks, we were ready for an early night.  San Julian turned out to be very nice and quaint.  Several nice hotels and and hostels gave me a good choice.  I rode the town, looking at the possibilites when I suddenly spotted Hostel Angeles.  Our home for Sunday night, with secure parking for the Goose and a great bed and private bath for the rider.  A two hour walk by the beach and an early dinner found me back at the Hostel Angeles early.  The owner and I looked at his small but fast gocart style race cars and his stock of used cars next door in his used car business.

A nice 1974 Falcon for sale.  I am not sure that we could still buy new Falcons in the States in 1974 but it appears that they were still being sold in Argentina.  You see a singificant number of Falcons on the road here.  More than I ever saw in the U.S.

Up early this morning, I was determined to make it to Comodora Rivadavia so that I could find a mechanic to look at the Goose.  Two hundred sixty miles, much wind, llamas along the way, numerous large herds of Guanacos, many Emus and my persistent oil leaks all made for an interesting ride.  Barren dry land on the west and beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean on the east!  High hills, winding roads and many beautiful animals fight any chance of boredom.

Today, I met several other riders.   Two couple on Yamaha 650 Thumpers headed from Ushuaia to Brazil.  We stopped for an hour and they gave me a decal for my bike making me a member of their Moto Club.  An hour later, I met a BMW 1200 Adventurer being ridden by a couple from Switzerland.  Headed to Ushuaia and then to Alaska.  As the pilot said "You have to do it".  And maybe that is why I am here on this adventure.  I had to do it!

Comodoro Ricadavia, a slightly seedy seaport city with a number of very seedy hotels.  I will be leaving early heading north.  I am planning on another 250 miles tomorrow.  That is all the wind and my anxiety over the oil leaks will allow.  I suppose I am stalling a bit.  The Dakar Argentina is running this week and I am heading directly toward the route of this race (522 vehicles participating).  I want to allow the Dakar to move on before I cross itīs route.