The road was perfect. It wasn't a perfect road, but it was just what I wanted; relatively smooth, mostly deserted, beautiful views and fun corners. I made excellent time; the six hour journey I was advised of, I completed in three hours. I had my last meal in Bolivia and it was close to the best I've had here as well (all for a costly $2.00). As Bolivia tends to do, the day took a turn about 90 km away from the border. It started to rain, then hail and all the time there was the relentless hammering of lightning to the landscape. Normally in an aficionado of lightning, the raw power and the beauty generally keep me very entertained. Unfortunately I was pretty much the highest point as I was riding and the lightning was so frequent that I had the very real fear of being struck. Every time hail hit me somewhere not very protected I thought 'this is it'. I mean how would my trip be complete if I wasn't struck by lightning. Praise to Zeus, I made it to the border unscathed (soaking but unscathed). The clouds and rain stopped directly above the border, I would be more shocked if I wasn't expecting it. What else would you expect for your last experience of Bolivia? The border crossing was a bit of an ordeal, it was the first time that customs has checked my belongings. Here I was thinking I could get away with smuggling drugs throughout South America. 'Argentina' *shakes fist* When I headed into Argentina I was overcome with joy, I had made it from Colombia to Argentina. Sure it's only the top of Argentina and I still plan on going to Chile and Uruguay, but I made it. This insane rollercoaster rise of highs and lows is almost at its completion. I had these thoughts flooding my consciousness as i ventured south from the border. Long straight roads that are well maintained, this is my current situation and I couldn't be happier. In the next few days I'll clean and prepare the bike for sale and try to shove as much wine into my mouth as possible. Life is good.