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Days 3 and 4: From Bahia Blanca to Puerto Madryn 769 km.

Day 3 was a very long day. There are many more to come but this one was long enough. Nothing to photograph along the road so far. There has been little to see of any note. Lots of farm and pasture land, with a yawning, monotonous straight road through it all. Very reminiscent of the Outback in Australia, minus the road trains. However, there were trucks that brought back scenes of China.

The road (highway 3) is so flat that the signs to denote hills are really only bumps in the road. I think the highway department passed out these signs to each province and they had to put them up some place. We have never had to shift to a lower gear but then we know we have a climb to 15,000 feet coming crossing from Chili to Peru. I wonder what the signage will be like there? Do you even see a rise here?

I have been hunting exotic animals but so far this is as close as we have come to a llama. I am still hopeful.

One thing of note is the number of vehicles, cars, buses and trucks that run on natural gas. Every station we have used has lanes for natural gas as well as gasoline and diesel. In fact, there are stations that only have natural gas. I don't know any gas stations in the US that offer natural gas. Maybe it is just my area of the country.

Day 4 is a day off. We are at a lovely spot on the ocean, Puerto Madryn. I don't know when high season is here, but it's not now. It is sunny, but cold and windy. Even the whale spotting tour was cancelled because of the wind. Too bad, I was hoping to see whales.

If you wonder what we do on a day off, you should note that the parking lot was full of cars being worked on. Stewball didn't need any work, but Ed did adjust the latch that holds the hood down and I gave him a cleaning inside and out just so we could be part of the action.

Once again, we had lots of Argentinians taking photos and I was asked by a very young visitor (in Spanish) if he could have a photo with  Stewball and me. How could I say no to him.

Back on the road again tomorrow heading mostly west where the first language is Welsh and the second, Spanish. I don't know the history of why this region is Welsh; perhaps after tomorrow I will.

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