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Bienvenidos a Argentina! And here is Puente Viejo over the Rio Areco. (Interestingly, this is actually the name of the bridge, and not just something that the producers made up.) And sure enough, here is the Yield. YIELD We choose to yield no one, because why? Really!? We’re in good shape here. Not even if we got there first with Rob and Amber hot on our heels. So let’s get over this silly Yield business and get on to…the Detour. ************ Jai: Okay well, Cim hates bikes. We’ll raft. Plus, the river is faster than I can pedal, I reckon. I’ve done this before, a few times. I’ve rafted the Green River through Flaming Gorge. It’s not Class 5 rapids or anything, but I know how to paddle. Plus, seven miles on a bike is far, dude. Cim: Ah! I don’t hate bikes! But will they have a bike to fit my short little legs?? Because pedal seven miles? Sure does sound like a lot and on a RAILROAD TRACK?? Too many questions! Paddle…definitely.
Paddle paddle paddle. Oh, that was EASY! Arriving
at the shore, we pick up the next clue: Drive almost 70 miles to a traditional
Argentine barbeque at Camping
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