We cross the border in the morning. We are a bit like a tourist attraction at the station, everyone takes pictures of us. Let's face it, it's rather pleasant to hear them say we are brave. The sky is grey and we have headwind. We progress on the Argentinian side in a no man's land. Not a living soul. And it's our first meeting with the road 40! This road crosses Argentina all the way from north to south, it's the beginning of a long story with it.
