On the road, finally. 2nd November

'It's a green Shepperton'

Most of you have an Aunty or an Uncle who live in Shepperton, Victoria or there near abouts, so it seems. So you´ll know what I´m talking about when I say that that is what the road to Azul looks like. They´ve planted loads of gun trees as they are fast growing and are used for timber, unfortunately they also soak up the marsh lands which sometimes isn´t a great idea, but that´s another story. There are loads of sheep and cattle. And it is flat, very flat. The only difference is that it´s green, much greener. What Shep would look like when not in a drought.
So after about three hours of driving in a straight line I almost forget what a corner looks like and am a bit stumped when we come across a large round-a-about. Fortunately I pull myself together just in time and get through it.
We pull into Azul mid-afternoon. The guys are having trouble with the one way grid system. Being an Aussie, it makes much more sense to me than the London one way systems so I tend to go down the roads in the correct direction. But more on this later.
We arrive safely at La Posta del Viajero en Moto. A small motorcycle shop/hostel/camping ground. These places are a great source of information and you meet all kinds of people, mostly on two wheels of the pedal and motorised variety.
After about two minutes, we´re invited to stay for an asado (BBQ to the rest of us) to be held on the following night. You´ve got to love the hospitality of the Argentinians. We didn´t even have to cook dinner that night as there was a large pot of Spaghetti Bolognese being thrown together my Mike (Anderson), another Scot on a BMW. All´s good with the world.