A blur....

As I start to write this I am trying to think of the name of the town we stayed in last night and I really can't, not without referring to an aide memoir, anyway. Long distance rallying gets you like that. You get up before dawn, grab some breakfast, jump in the car and drive, often until nightfall or later, only stopping for fuel.

I would love to be able to report to you that car #7, in its new incarnation as a little scarlet minx was causing us no trouble but, this morning, a bit of the old came through and we had a puncture. Tedious, tedious. Our lovely good friends, Lloyd and Treacy, came up behind and helped fix it and followed us to the first 'gomeria' that we came across who pronounced the tyre truly dead. It was all a mess inside (technical term that). Fortunately, the lovely, smiley man had a tyre that would do for a spare and off we rattled.

A long, boiling hot day of long straight roads, lots of gravel sections and a spectacular pass brought us to Villa Union, a small town you have never heard of before.

All cars made it, although some are being nursed and are trying to keep out of intensive care. Tomorrow we head for Mendoza. A little plot is being hatched by a nameless Bentley and Buick to cut 150kms off the rally route and head straight down the main road. The Shooter/ Reddington pick-ups will provide support for them. Lets hope that #7 doesn't let the side down.

We are loving Argentina;it all works, the people are, without exception, cheerful, polite and helpful. It's a bit of a stunner too.











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