Patagonia, arrived in Osorno.

We've all managed to synchronise both the arrival of our luggage and ourselves to Osorno. On the flight we chatted to various other passengers wielding offroad style helmets. Seems like Osorno is a local bike tour capital. One group is basically doing our route as a round trip Osorno-Ushuaia and back, but in only three weeks; that's quite a distance. Another rider, solo this time, having previously ridden our route to Ushuaia, is now riding around the South American 'Lake District' centred around Bariloche in Argentina. We'll be there ourselves in a few days.

Steve's bag arrives, despite the best efforts of Air France

We arrive at our hotel and it's five star - nothing but the best for a dirty, dusty, greasy group of bikers. But this group has yet to be soiled and is perfectly acceptable in such gentile surroundings. Checked in, but the rooms are not ready, so we end up shooting the breeze in the bar while we wait.

Before showers or unpacking, Internet access is usually our number one priority

Of course another sign that we've arrived is that we've suddenly become silent as everyone is connected to wifi and eagerly checking emails, Facebook and my blog perhaps.... ;-)

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Sent from the dusty road using my rusty BlackBerry