I join Team Tabasco, a New Orleans
team in a huge Bronco, for the final run of the last couple of easy days across the Pampas.

Leisurely steak lunch then to Las Flores.

In 1988 Brits were still not very
welcome around these parts.

    The drive is relaxing. Out on the pampas, there are beautiful
    black cattle grazing as far as the eye can see. There are nice
    little farm towns that look like Kansas in the 1950's.

    A luxurious lakeside hotel north of Flores is where we stay
    for the night.The restaurant serves excellent Milanesa, a veal
    parmesan with raw veal on the top. Most of the racers stay in
    the town, sleeping in a soccer field for their last night of roughing it.