Taxi to Wicked Campers' HQ to collect out transportation. Shame we arrive just after a quartet of clueless Belgians who don't seem to have a clue where they're going or what they're doing - takes at least half an hour more than needed! Finally however we're introduced to our camper-van - may I present the Vader-mobile...
Compact but well-equipped, with only 16km on the clock!And so on onwards towards the Andes and the border. Top entertainment with some cracking switchbacks to climb
and eventually the crossing
An overly-optimistic misinterpretation of being waved through by a woman at Argentine customs means we're turned back 15km to the border for want of authorisation stamps (the guard chap obligingly lets us photograph a completed version of the form with the requisite stamps lest charades are needed back at the border)
so we dutifully return, explain that we've been through immigration but... Regrettably no time for La Redentor statue on the hill, as we shoot through the beautiful mountains
and it's pitch dark by the time we reach the first campsite.
Not ideal for our first night wrestling with the sleeping bag!
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