And, we were off. It was another windy, really windy, and I mean windy day. We took the short cut that our friend said was the worst road ever. Since it was about 100 km shorter than the paved road, we decided to give it 5 minutes and if it was really bad we’d turn around. Turns out, it was a great road. I can see where it might get bad in the rain, but the road was just perfect for dirt bikes and VW’s.
We stopped for lunch near a river. No fish were caught, but we did meet this guy. He was headed in the same direction in a restored ’68 Ford Falcon. He stopped to talk and take photos.
Another hour later and we hit pavement for a while. Then, a half an hour off a tiny dirt road to the border station near the town of Cerro Castillo in Chile. This was by far one of our quickest border crossings ever. They took our onions, but we again were able to get the honey across. In fact, I have Bode doing the hiding now.
It was so windy that the pop-top was coming loose and lifting, so I spent the rest of the ride in the back holding it down. But, now we’re back in Chile!