After nearly six months of traveling across and down and around the Americas, it was time to head home to Miami Beach, Florida on my KTM 1290 Super Adventure. The journey would be in two parts. My bike would travel first via Cargo, which I detailed the process with Dakar Motos from Buenos Aires in my previous post.
Time to ship my motorbike Buenos Aires, Argentina. We took our bikes early in the morning to the Ezeiza International Airport where our bikes would be shipped from. We also met a few days ago with the people at Dakar Motos, who would be shipping our bikes, mine to Miami and Eric’s to Capetown South Africa.
After settling in with a few beers on my first night in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I met up with Eric Bernath, a fellow solo traveler who started his journey in May 2016 and has been traveling the world. Eric is a nice guy who with his Vstrom has traveled North America, Central America, Mexico, South America, Africa and is now in Europe.
Well, here we are, my last major riding day into Buenos Aires, Argentina. After over 20,000 miles, 170 days and nights touring through America, Central, and South America I get on my trusted steed tarni, my KTM 1290 Super Adventure.
Bahia Blanca, Argentina was over 700 miles away, so I had to leave Comodoro Rivadavia at first light and have a solid day of riding. The highways were mostly pretty good. I took Ruta 3, then Ruta 251 and finished on Ruta 22.
Although Comodoro Rivadavia, Argentina was nearly a 500-mile journey, I was hoping to accomplish this in under 10 hours. Again I packed my gear the night before and headed out of Rio Gallegos at sunrise. It was still bitterly cold, but I knew the more miles north I headed, the warmer it would become.
Tierra del Fuego Park, Argentina and the end of Ruta 3. Yes, this was a very short ride, but it is one that everyone who goes this distance feels compelled to do. And so, I got up early bells rode into the Tierra del Fuego National Park (Parque Nacional Tierra del Fuego)
Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina. Yes, this was the goal for me over five months ago. Explaining the feeling, you get when you reach a goal, no matter how hard is difficult to explain. Riding into Ushuaia, for some reason, I got a little emotional. No shouting out yeeha or anything like that.
El Calafate, Argentina was again one of the huge markers for my trip. After setting off from Gobernador Gregores at first light, I got on my way for a pretty tough riding day on Ruta 40. After leaving Gobernador Gregores, I hit dirt roads less than half a mile outside of town.
El Calafate, Argentina was again one of the huge markers for my trip. After setting off from Gobernador Gregores at first light, I got on my way for a pretty tough riding day on Ruta 40. After leaving Gobernador Gregores, I hit dirt roads less than half a mile outside of town.