Not the time to notice that you have worn out the waterproof lining in the seat of your bike trousers!!

The rest of the ride to Buenos Aires was uninteresting until we reached the centre of the city. The heavens just opened and we saw how floods have plagued the city for the last 4 days. The streets were awash and we were not even in a bad area.
We made a trip to Dakar Motors which is the magnet for all Adventure Motorcyclists in Argentina. Run by a couple of long distance riders it provides bunk beds, in the workshop and tent sites on a 10m x 10m patch of grass. Hopefully they will also be able to help me ship Maisie in a couple of weeks. Met up again with Frank and Philippe. Riding a motorcycle in South America is like belonging to one big family. That said riding a bike anywhere is like belonging to one big family. Power to 2 wheels!