Argentina's Route 40 to the Southern End of the World

Drove 10.500 km

Ruta Nacional 9 (ok, partly highway) and Ruta 40 (fantastic landscapes and loneliness) and Ruta 3 (terrible traffic, trucks, tarmac)

In Argentina, there are stars on the asphalt for every human roadkill (Foto: armstrongyregion)

Beautiful winding road in the north near Jujuy

Colored Canyon between Salta and Cafayate

Approaching Aconcagua

Aconcagua in the wine area of Mendoza

Bariloche, radiating with (atomic) energy, ever since Ronald Richter

Llao Llao

Llao Llao Resort, owned by George Soros (what else would you expect: yes, the hotel cheats with their exchange rates)

Presidents Frondizi and Eisenhower at Llao Llao Resort in 1959 agreeing on the supply of 90 tons of Yellowcake for the first Israeli atomic bomb (Foto: Wikipedia; the original is inside the hotel lobby)

Ruta 40 marker, in front of our rental car

Distance markers wildly fluctuating (completely ridiculous)

On the little Chilean stretch, approaching Fireland

Divide and rule: interesting division of road and sea access to Magellan Strait and Cape Hoorn (by the greater powers-to-be)

Chilean ferry across the Magellan Strait (takes 15 min, operates constantly between 8 a.m. and 1 a.m., at least in high-season)

Guanacos and Lamas

Gravel Roads (ca. 150 km in Chile, and maybe another 100 km in the Center and in the North of N 40, but no problem in a standard car)

Impressions ...

... in Fireland (from a painting in the Ushuaia Museum)

Ushuaia with a view on the Beagle Canal and Navarino Island (Chile)

End of the Roads: N 3 and N 40 (actually ending in Rio Gallegos, but counted til Ushuaia)

Tourist souvenir badges

A country screwed up by Catholicism, Freemasonry, the deep state, self-policing, bad treatment of animals (dogs), constant mix-up of numbers and distances and exchange rates, dishonesty (taxis), collective borderline syndrome (apathy jumping into violence), and general underperformance

There are wonderful dogs everywhere, mostly pure breds, abandoned by their stupid owners, struggling in the streets on their own, but never violent (Foto: lifewithdogs.tv)

No further comment needed

But the Argentinian landscapes and non-human animals are truly worldclass. Now heading back on my way north.

Monument to the real travelers (of the past). Respect.

Monument to the Falkland disaster

And another one (with a reminder of the 1970s death flights) at the bottom left.

The budget for those thousands of Malvinas monuments everywhere in the country would have been better spent beforehand - on winning the war, instead of losing it. But the other thieves were obviously better organised. (Or the outcome was decided beforehand. Both countries controlled by the same people.)

Monument to oil workers in Caleta Olivia, a little coastal shithole ...

... with very violent protests, against whatever, completely (!) blocking the North-South-artery N3 with burning truck tyres, for everyone and for hours. Except the one foreigner who was clever enough to navigate around town on the new unopened circle highway (4x4 required!). I will never forget the surprised face of that protest leader (center, in yellow) when I drove over his stupid feet ...

Puerto Madryn, rather nice, the gateway to Peninsula Valdez

Peninsula Valdez, the highlight along Ruta 3

One of the terrible driving forces behind Argentina's early development: whaling

The ACA Automobile Club of Argentina is an institution in the country

This story here (Ushuaia Road Block) and this one here (Top Gear driven from Argentina) also fit into the picture:

After Jeremy Clarkson number plate row
Cast and crew had to abandon cars at roadside after being pelted with stones due to row over ‘Falklands’ number plate

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End of the road tango in Buenos Aires (a city with apparently the highest rates of suicides and shrinks in the world)

The nightmare Hotel Bauen, worker cooperative, Buenos Aires raided by its workers in 2003 and run down ever since

Hold on, another protest, blocking the entrance to Buenos Aires International Airport. This is the exact location of the Ezeiza Massacre in 1973, a Euromaidan-style staged provocation (shooting both sides in the back) upon Peron's return from exile.

At least in soccer there is hope ... Hasta luego 0 ... Auf Wiedersehen 1

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