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In 1776 thirteen North American colonies that were at war with Great Britain adopted the Declaration of Independence and begun to regard themselves as an independent state. In the same year, and also in part as a response to the imperialistic threats of Great Britain, the Spanish created the Viceroyalty of the Río de La Plata—which roughly extended over the territories occupied today by Argentina, Bolivia, Paraguay, and Uruguay—by carving out several dependencies that were formerly under the control of the Viceroyalty of Perú. The capital of the newly created viceroyalty would be Buenos Aires, a city that had been virtually ignored by the Spanish because it is far from the rich mines of gold and silver of the Upper Peru (Bolivia). The creation of the Viceroyalty did little to satiate the British appetite for the region. In 1806, a British army under the command of Sir William Beresford invaded and took control of the city of Buenos Aires for 46 days—the Brits were expelled by criollo forces under the command of Santiago de Liniers.  In 1807, another British army took Montevideo for several months and intended to invade Buenos Aires but was rejected. But, why were the British interested in this region? Besides the fact, as Eddie Izzard would confirm, that the Brits liked to claim property of any land in which they could plant their flag.  The treeless grasslands of the Argentinean pampas—that extend for miles inland from Buenos Aires in all directions—constitute one of the most fertile regions in the word.  Grass and cows can grow virtually unattended there.  It does not snow, so you can plant and harvest at least twice a year without much effort (in the last few years soya beans have been planted extensively).  It is in fact the richness of this land that made possible the relatively quick transformation of Buenos Aires from a forgotten Spanish village at the end of the world to one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The Brits had a good reason to want this land. If they had succeeded, Diego Maradona’s Hand-of-God goal at the 1986 Mexico Soccer World Cup would have never happened!  At this point you may wonder, why is this guy telling us all this? How is this at all related to his motorcycle trip? Well, the immensity of the pampas is such, that we spent our first day riding non stop to cross them as fast as we could to get to the much more picturesque regions of Argentina. After kissing our daddy goodbye, we rode for 700 kilometers the fist day to the city of Ceres (Santa Fe). We camped behind an abandoned truck stop and had our first dinner on the road. The menu? Authentic Japanese Ramen noodles (I brought 15 packages from the US so I am afraid this is just the beginning).