Looking for a room to stay in Comodoro Rivadavia was not exactly fun (especially when lugging a heavy backpack at 3am). It also does not help when I encountered the most impolite person I had seen in Argentina. Maybe he was displeased that a silly backpacker came knocking at wee hours in the morning just for a vacant room (my limited Spanish did not help). Well, I suppose there were better ways to reject me. Anyway, I gave up the idea of finding accommodation as there were expensive (cheapest was AR$90/S$42.86) and ended up spending my time at a petrol kiosk drinking Coke (AR$6/S$2.86 per liter).

Went back to the bus station at 8.30am and met more friendly Argentines at bus station (they were working for my connecting bus's company). Without me asking, they kindly offered to keep my backpack in their office so that I can explore the city. I was dying for some Chinese food (had not taken them since I left Buenos Aires) and was surprised that there was a Chinese restaurant here. Rushed in there and stuffed myself silly. After lunch, I wandered around Comodoro Rivadavia (including a failed attempt to scale Cerro Chenque, probably because I ate too much) and found nothing interesting. Perhaps fatigue was getting into me (had not slept on a bed for 3 nights) and I was so glad that my bus finally came at 8.30pm. Had dinner (nice hot pasta) and fell asleep. Before I knew it, the bus was already (10 hours later) in Rio Gallegos.

My next bus connection would actually get me into Tierra del Fuego (or "Land of Fire"); an island reluctantly shared by both Argentina and Chile. As there is no land connection linking mainland Argentina to Argentina's portion of the island, the bus would have to enter into Chile territory, cross the Straits of Magellan to get to Tierra del Fuego (Chilean side) before getting back to Argentina's Tierra del Fuego again. Just for the "troubles", I get to earn Chile's immigration stamps on my passport (was glad that I do not need a visa to enter Chile).

As my bus cruised along the final stretch of RN3, I got increasingly excited on reaching my final destination. The journey had not been short (2 Jun 11.30pm to 6 Jun 7.30pm, 92 hours to be exact) but I think it was well worth it. Just to quote what Che had written in his book, "Motorcycle Diaries":

"There are only 2 points (origin & destination) in a journey. Although there are numerous ways to complete the journey, the intermediate is always transient. If one is determined to reach the destination, the method of getting there is not important."