It´s the crack of dawn and we are off. First of all 20 km on the somewhat hairy Route 14, main trunk road through Argentina, until we reach the turn off for the Ibera wetlands. The road is firm-packed, dry, earth, and fast. We fly along. Or we would if somebody didn´t stop every ten yards to take a photograph of the birds and butterflies that dart about the roadside, vying for attention. Birds of startlingly bright plummage - shiny black birds with golden yellow wings, acid yellow, scarlet crested - who knows what they are - but Richard snaps them all. 40 km along we are standing at a dusty junction, pleased with our progress, but aware that shortly the road deteriorates into what is referred to here as "feo" - ugly. With perfect timing,
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