Our final border crossing, back into Argentina for the 4th time, felt a little emotional - the final TIP, the final stamp in the passport and all the usual shenanigans. Of course it took a while and Imogen made sure every single dot of the "i"s and the "t"s were crossed, as these were the official stamps and papers needed to get the bike back to dear old Blighty.

We arrived in Buenos Aires a few days before the bike had to be ridden to the airport, and just as well, as there were national strikes and protests, which were going to close the freight and shipping areas. We were then told to get our biking butts over asap to the freighting company at Ezeiza Airport for 7am to do all the paper work before the strikes kicked off at 1pm, oddly just in time for the World Cup match between Argentina and Croatia.

Our man at the company then proceeded to not actually arrive till 10am, but all the paperwork was in order and the bike was ridden into the crating zone where everything was checked for contraband and any items deemed too pesky for the flight.

We were so glad we weren't having to travel on the national strike days as there was no transport and everything was shut, luckily, we had stocks of eminently drinkable yet super cheap Argentinian vino and some emergency bags of Mega Queso 3D crisps (AKA Bugles) to help us re-orientate ourselves to get ready to return to our normal lives back in the UK.

Our final few days were spent in a haze of wondering just what had happened for a whole year, and trying to remember the highs and lows of travelling 2-up through 15 countries on a 25-year-old motorbike, whilst pottering to local artists haunts in the bohemian area of San Telmo and enjoying being tourists for the final few days.

And for those that wanted to know the answers to the questions posed at the end of the previous blog, nope, our camping gas bottle didn't *quite* make it. We ended up with a few bonus nights camping in Uruguay, so our last bowl of porridge and coffee was made over a small fire whilst local stray pooches shivered next to us in the frosty morning light. And yes, Santander continued to charge ridiculous amounts of money for using a Santander ATM, with Imogen's Santander Zero credit card.

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