Northbound onto Torres del Paine

'This sign just about sums it up, apparently there are no palm trees in Patagonia 'cause they were all blown over to Africa'

To cut a boring story short, we left Ushuaia the next day and managed to make the ferry to Punta Arenas with 15 minutes to spare. Thank god as the next ferry was in two days time.
The highlight of Punta Arenas was finding Milo for sale in the supermarket (Peanut butter would have been better but Milo wasn't bad) and now Mike is converted.
Back to Rio Gallegos to pick up some tyres with the hope of giving this Argentinian town a second chance. No such luck. Still a grumpy 'ol town. And we manage to escape by 5pm the following day. A bit late to be leaving town but we wanted to get as far away from there as quickly as possible.

Next stop, Torres del Paine. This is our first real taste of just how money orientated the Chileans can be. 15GBP each to enter the National Park, then a 92km ride on the worst ripio we have ridden, just to reach one of the few campsites that we don't have to pay to use. (And you have to camp in a designated campsite) It was out of principle that I was heading for the free camp. 15 quid, just to look at some mountains. Unfortunately it started to rain. And the free campsite was actually another half hour walk, in motorcyle kits, from where we had to park the bikes.

'Our Refugio in the rain'

Torres del Paine's saving grace for us was that it stopped raining in the morning. Which put us in slightly better moods, although we still had 92km of horrible roads to ride (at least without the rain we would be able to see where we were riding). No rain also meant no clouds, so we could at least see the god damn mountains that we had riden so far to see.

'Kind of worth the ride'