The Super Bowl party at the end of the world was very fun. I met some interesting riders and I enjoyed hearing about their adventures.

I mentioned that section of road that I had struggled with a few days back and everyone had a story to share. I heard about several crashed bikes and everyone agreed that between the wind and road, it was worse stretch in South America. I felt vindicated that I wasn't the only one to suffer that one.

A group of riders invited me to join them for a ride to the "end" of the end of the road. The furthest south that you can reach by road. Granted, it's not that much further south than Ushuaia but it sounded like a fun excursion.

The group included four women riders from New Zealand, Germany, Canada and the United States. They all have been traveling solo in South America for between one and four years and they happened to intersect here. One of them is a magazine writer and wanted to do a story. She asked if I wouldn't mind being their photographer. I didn't mind.

The weather today was vastly improved over yesterday though it was still quite brisk. The views were spectacular as the gravel road wound along the coastline to a small weather station. It took about 3 hours to reach the end of the road which was at 55º South. That would be approximately equivalent to Ketchikan Alaska. When we arrived, there was no doubt that we were at the end because it was all water beyond.

I'm taking a full rest day tomorrow before starting my journey north.