We had experienced the Patagonian wind, now it was the famous ripio. Rough, gravelled, pot-holed, corrogated tracks. 120 miles of the bastards. These roads are tough. Locals thought we were nuts. We didn´t have any by the end.
These roads are evil. They shake and rattle the life out of everything, it wasn´t long before the first road-side repair.
But yet again, the final destination was totally worth it. Torres del PAINe.
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