Because we were upgraded, our luggage
arrived first on the carousel. Assembling the bikes and organising the panniers took over two hours, by which time the
tiny airport was deserted.
All of the packing materials were
carefully collected and put onto Karen's back rack for the 20km ride
down to Esquel. At the Post Office it was then crammed into a box and
posted to the accommodation at our final destination, El Calafate,
ready for the return flight.
Esquel airport is built on a high plateau, so the ride to town was mostly down hill. This was on the famous route 40 with surprisingly little traffic. To reach Esquel we turned west onto route 259.
Our pre-booked accommodation was difficult to find and approached by a steep, uphill, un-surfaced road. Not easy on weak, wobbly, first day legs.