The morning sky was clear and I was treated to my last views of the Andes today. They have offered me so many spectacular experiences all the way from Colombia to the tip of Chile. I was sad to see the last of their snowcapped peaks fading into the distance.

As I left the Andes and headed for Terra Del Fuego the terrain flattened out into a broad plain. With nothing to break the wind it was again a long day quartering into a stiff southwesterly.

Yesterday, it seems, I had received some erroneous information about a border crossing. The gates and buildings were all closed when I arrived after having ridden several miles down an unpaved road. I saw a farmer mending a fence and stopped to ask him where I could cross. He was very helpful, pulling out his phone and plotting a route on Google Maps. I thanked him and turned around. I had to backtrack for about an hour to reach the correct road.

This was a remote border crossing with minimal staff and facilities. It was a little disorganized with people both entering and exiting the country trying to squeeze into the same small lobby. The lines were fairly long and people were getting a bit agitated. I could see that the poor border agents were working furiously to process the queue. When it was my turn they were friendly and efficient. I thanked them for their hard work... which I don't think translated properly but did result in making a few of them laugh.

The last 100 miles the roads were flat and straight. Small herds of 10-12 guanacos meandered either on or near the edge of the road so I had to keep a sharp eye out. It was approaching dusk as I rolled into Punta Arenas. It had been another physical day in the saddle and I was ready for dinner and a shower.