Between Mendoza and Cafayate, Argentina. Town square in Cafayate, this region produces most of Argentina´s wine. Ruta 40 is to Argentina kind of what Route 66 is to the USA. Makes it easy to tell if you´re still on the right road, at least. Three Chilean riders I met on the road. They were headed to Bolivia, so this time I was able to give information, rather than ask for it. Puente del Inca, a natural bridge near the Chilean border, west of Mendoza. It reminded me of Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone, with the mineral deposits from the stream. There is a whole bunch of this on Ruta 40 in Argentina. I am now in the area mariners refer to as the ¨roaring forties¨For some reason between 40 and 50 degrees south latitude, the wind really blows, which I can testify to. 3000 km to go on 40. That is not quite all the way to Ushuaia, but pretty close. Up in elevation near the Chilean border in tha lake district. Greener here in the high country. Lake near San Martin de los Andes. This area reminds me of British Columbia, with the long skinny lakes in the valleys between mountain ranges. Argentina is a vegetarians nightmare, they serve meat with every meal. These are whole goats roasting at a street vendors stall. Another mountain lake on the way to the Chilean border south of San Martin. Wildflowers on the same road. Had to stop here. This little museum had about 80 cars on display, maybe 50 of them Studebakers. No Avanti´s on display, which is my fave Stude, but they did have a ´53 Hawk, which is my next favorite. In Puerto Montt I couldn´t figure out how this town could support all the souvenier shops, as there didn´t seem to be that many tourists. Then a Norweigen Cruise Lines ship pulled in and disgorged about 2000 passengers for shore leave. I get it now. Main plaza in Puerto Montt.