Ride to the End of the World: Exploring the Wildest Stretches of Patagonia With Dainese Expedition Masters

May. 4 2023 News By Keena
On a backroads motorcycle adventure through Patagonia with Dainese Expedition Masters, the journey and the destination are equally unforgettable.


Before arriving in El Calafate, Argentina, with the singular purpose of riding a motorcycle to the southern end of the world with Dainese Expedition Masters, there's the little matter of just getting there. 

An abridged glimpse of this commute to the distant gates of Patagonia from O'Hare International (after a redeye flight to Chicago from Hartfield-Jackson) might kick off with a flight to Panama. Fast forward 13 hours, and you could then find yourself in Buenos Aires, sprinting toward customs with 50 pounds of motorcycle gear, a laptop, and a backpack stuffed with enough junk food to survive a year underground. Arriving at the gate drenched in sweat, you might then be told that your plane left without you three minutes ago.




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Jabbering in broken Spanish to the poor attendant about flight options, you then speed across town to a regional airport where the last flight to Patagonia for the next two days is departing—while praying for a miracle from the back seat of a cab.   

You get the picture. Adventure travel often starts well before the real journey does. 

In this case, after 25 hours of slipping between time zones—chasing down luggage and losing count of how little sleep you’ve stolen between takeoff and landing at increasingly remote airports—a river of fire tears across the sky outside your window—and you’re all but certain you’ve either lost touch with reality or the world is finally at its end. 

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You gawk for an embarrassingly long time before realizing you’re staring into the rising sun. It breaks over jagged peaks impossibly far in the distance and shines down on the ground below, revealing grazing cattle in a field drinking from ponds of shimmering gold.

Somehow, you’ve arrived in El Calafate, Argentina—a place as close to the end of the line as any commercial aircraft will take you. And it’s at this moment you remember why you left home in the first place.

You’re here with a singular purpose: To ride a motorcycle with Dainese Expedition Masters to the farthest reaches of a breathtaking, unforgiving landscape, where the winds are as constant as they are violent. 

What Is Dainese Expedition Masters?

If you haven’t heard of Dainese Expedition Masters, there’s a good reason for that. It’s part of the Dainese Riding Masters training program, and it’s a pretty exclusive experience to say the least. 

Every year, the wizards at Dainese plan three or four motorcycle expeditions (typically groups of about 12 people) to some of the most breathtaking adventure destinations on the planet. They’re open to the public, and if you’ve got the notion (and your money’s green enough), it’s an awfully attractive way for any proper motorcyclist to enjoy a holiday.

Luckily for me, a lowly journalist whose money is sickly pale at best, Dainese invited me out to serve as a prime example of “what not to do” for the visual learners in the group. I paid my way through comic relief, giving the guides and off-road pros something to point and laugh at four or five times a day. If you’re interested in joining one of these all-terrain caravans yourself, here’s what’s in store for you.

It starts out by paying the price of admission, which in the case of this year’s Patagonia excursion, was roughly $8,000 for paying customers. That fee will vary depending on the destination. Expedition Masters is also running a high-altitude tour of the Himalayas this year, as well as an expedition through the rougher parts of the American West via Arizona, Utah, and Nevada.

Each expedition package includes some serious perks. Chief among them is a full suite of Dainese’s latest and greatest adventure gear (these trips also double as real-world testing grounds for safety equipment), which includes everything from a full head-to-toe, four-season touring suit, a carbon-fiber helmet, gloves, boots, and all the odds and ends you could possibly need from base layers to socks. Altogether you’re looking at about $4,000 of premium Italian riding gear delivered to your door (plus luggage to carry it in), so if you’re in need of both a vacation and some new kit, there’s your first justification for booking the trip. 

Motorcyclists take a break on the Dainese Expedition Masters tour

In addition to the high-dollar outfit, your price of entry also covers all your lodging in four-star hotels, all your meals, multiple highly skilled guides and instructors to lead the way, a dedicated support vehicle, and a shiny new motorcycle rental, which is carefully selected by Dainese to match the terrain and style of riding unique to each expedition. 

What differentiates Dainese Expedition Masters from your typical guided tour, however, is the skills training that comes along with the package. Dainese’s stated goal with the Expedition Master program is to provide riders with both the gear and essential riding skills they need to safely navigate the world on two wheels. Think of it as a bucket list motorcycle trip, a swanky vacation, and an intermediate riding school all rolled into one.

Sound too good to be true? Here’s what it’s like from the front lines.

Setting Out: El Calafate to Perito Moreno

El Calafate is a picturesque little town nestled beside a glacial lake that’s so blue it looks photoshopped. It's not a bad place to recover from the kind of jetlag that hurts worse than most hangovers. 

The tour proper starts early the following morning with a brief presentation covering the day's route and, more importantly, an overview of the motorcycle we’ll be riding for the next week. 

Expedition Masters has sourced Yamaha Teneres, BMW GSAs, and Ducati Multistradas in the past, but we’re in for a real treat this week as a fleet of brand-new Ducati Desert X adventure bikes is waiting in the parking lot outside. 

A middleweight ADV with 100-plus horsepower and 9 inches of suspension travel is the kind of thing I’d be happy to ride anywhere in the world, but for the fast-paced dirt roads and twisty mountain passes of Patagonia, there’s arguably no better match on the planet. 

We break the huddle, head out to the bikes, and waste no time jumping in with both feet. Within five minutes of leaving the hotel, we’re clear of town and tearing down wide gravel backroads, flanked on either side by expansive mountain views and fields teeming with wildlife. 

A training session with Dainese Expedition Masters

Soon stopping for our first training session of the trip, our guide goes over some off-roading fundamentals like body position and emergency braking in the dirt. Each member of the group takes turns practicing the new skills, while the rest of us sit back and watch foxes chase flightless birds across a nearby field. We’ve truly arrived in an earthly paradise.

For the next 80 miles or so, we fly down dirt roads, kicking up clouds of dust and practicing what we’ve learned. It’s a pattern that will continue throughout the rest of the trip—and throughout all Expedition Masters trips from what I gather: Start the day with a lesson, then immediately put that lesson into practice for the next eight hours. 

We break for lunch at a rustic farm doubling as a small restaurant, eat our fill in local produce and slow-cooked lamb, then move on to the crown jewel of the afternoon: Los Glaciares National Park. 

People love to say “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.” That makes for a great Instagram caption or freshman-year tattoo, but in the real world where destinations like the Perito Moreno Glacier exist, why choose sides?

Sitting beside this 19-mile-long slab of slowly creeping ice, hearing it crackle and thunder as 50-ton chunks break away and collapse into the lake below, you start to understand the hype surrounding Patagonia. Everywhere you turn, there’s something new and obnoxiously beautiful waiting to be discovered. 

We take the long way home, skirting around the park’s twisty pavement before dropping down into epic views of Lago Argentina. After gassing up for the following day, we head to dinner, eating our body weight in rare steak before resting up for a long day of riding ahead. 

Border and Desert Crossing

I spent my adolescence running wild with a general disregard for law and order in all its forms. As a lingering side effect of those formative years, I’ve never quite gotten comfortable around law enforcement. 

Even now, a full 10 years since I’ve worn handcuffs against my will, the sight of an official in uniform still trips something in my subconscious. Mentally I’m 18 all over again, sitting at a stoplight with an ounce of weed in the glove box and a squad car in my rearview mirror. It’s in this very state that I encounter my first border crossing of the trip.

I know damn good and well I’ve got nothing to hide, yet standing in front of the stern-faced agent at the Chilean border, I’m mentally preparing for a dimly lit room and the snap of rubber gloves. It’s times like these that a local guide is worth their weight in gold. Lucky for me, Dainese’s hired guns are some of the best in the business. 

Our guide, Roberto, steps in with a smile after hearing two sentences of my abysmal Spanish and makes the proper introductions. He hands me all the paperwork I need for the bike, explains our situation to the officer, and sneaks a wink in my direction while the agent stamps a visa into my passport. Crisis averted—and word to the wise: If you’re not one for planning ahead and don’t speak the local tongue, get yourself a tour guide.

From here we move on to the eastern slopes of the Andes Mountains and set about traversing the eighth-largest desert in the world. It’s 80 miles of easy dirt roads followed by hours of pristine two-lane pavement—but just because the roads are good, doesn’t mean the ride is easy. You’ll find two main challenges in this part of the country: slow-moving wildlife and fast-moving winds. 

Riders on the Dainese Expedition Masters expedition pass guanaco alongside the road.

The first is easy enough to avoid. Although the llama-like guanacos of South America blend into the monotone prairies like furry snakes in tall grass, they’re usually in no hurry to cross the road. A watchful eye is all you need to keep their long eyelashes and pouty lips out of your crash bars, but our guide points each one out for good measure.

The wind, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Brutal and constant, the rush of cold air in this region whips at speeds up to 60 mph. That's just 14 knots shy of what meteorologists deem hurricane winds. 

The winds blow so hard that our entire convoy of Ducatis is forced to lean into it at a 60-degree angle just to keep the bikes moving straight. Speeds slow to a crawl in these conditions, and I try not to imagine how ridiculous a dozen motorcycles traveling in this gravity-defying configuration must look like to passing traffic.

Challenges come in many forms, and some are sexier than others. Riding in this part of the world is a test of endurance rather than skill. After 80 miles of this nerve-racking game of seesaw, we’re all relieved when the road starts to twist and turn, winding its way through a smooth mountain pass up and out of the brutal wind. 

During the final leg of the day’s excursion, we sweep through the most beautiful pavement turns of the trip at speeds no adventure bike should be able to maintain so effortlessly. We pause briefly at the top of the mountain to take in some unobstructed vistas of a river winding across hundreds of miles of open desert before ducking back down the other side of the peak and dropping into Puerto Natales for hot showers and astounding views of the Señoret Channel.

The day ends with a dip in the spa at Remota Patagonia Lodge, dinner at a five-star restaurant, and a hearty serving of fine red wine to keep the aches and pains of the day at bay. 

Torres del Paine Dirt Track Tour

Cue the Stones' “Wild Horses” in your helmet as you watch a group of mustangs bask in a sun-drenched field. Feel big, salty tears carve clean streaks across your tired, dusty face before rolling down into your shit-eating grin. Riding through Torres del Paine is communion. An ego death. A true peak experience. 

It’s watching your high school sweetheart walk down the aisle in a white dress. It’s hearing Thom Yorke’s voice for the first time with a head full of LSD. It’s getting your first high-paying job fresh out of college after four long years of ramen noodles and Keystone Light, and it’s quitting it 10 years later when you realize your time is worth more than their money. 

Standing at the base of these jagged peaks of granite overlooking an electric blue glacial lake, there’s no doubt in my mind: It’s all been worthwhile. The 25-hour flight. The frozen fingers and windburned eyeballs. The customs agents. The border crossings. The cab rides.

And we’re only on day two.

Some places in this world are pure magic, plain and simple. My first ride through Big Sur on an old DR650 was one of them. Watching the sunrise over the rim of the Grand Canyon was another. This one trumps them all.

The writer at Torres del Paine National Park

Our day started with an ominous warning from our guide. “I’ve ridden all over the world, and this is the most beautiful road on the planet. You’ll ride nothing after today that compares, so take your time.”

In keeping with that warning, we pull onto a gravel outcropping for the lesson of the day: navigating low-speed turns in loose dirt. No sooner have we broken camp than I find myself putting these skills to use.

Our 150-mile dirt track tour of Torre Del Paine is a mix of fast-moving gravel and treacherous tight corners on shoulderless down-hills. Taking your eyes off the road for more than a few seconds to feast on the jagged peaks and emerald lakes below all but guarantees a near-death experience, but with my new skills in hand, the gamble seems worth taking.

The rest of the day alternates between sightseeing and off-roading, skills practice and photo shoots; we stop for local cuisine with an unobstructed view of Lake Pehoé; and chase a drone back home down a mountain pass. 

We make it back to the lodge in time for a few beers at sunset before a dinner of local seafood in the hotel restaurant. The night ends with a review of the route for the following day and a solemn warning: Weather is coming. 

Braving the Patagonian Steppe

Between the edge of the Andes and the Atlantic ocean lies a 260,000-mile swath of arid grassland known as the Patagonian Steppe. Those neighboring peaks cast a natural rain shadow over the area, choking its average precipitation down to just two inches a month. 

Rain is a rare sight in the area, but as fate would have it, the desert saved its wettest day of the year for our little convoy. I guess it’s only fair that the last section of our journey should include the full Patagonia experience—which is to say riding through every type of weather imaginable before the clock strikes noon. 

What starts as a gray drizzle in 40-degree weather quickly deteriorates into a steady rain and near freezing temps as we make our way through the steppe. The wind remains constant, but the dust of the previous days turns to mud. By the time we stop for the day’s lesson, flurries of snow are beginning to fall. 

Today’s topic? How to navigate water crossings. What could possibly go wrong?

Crossing a creek on the Dainese Expedition Masters motorcycle tour

Speaking from experience, I can confidently say that dropping a heavy motorcycle into a creek is an unpleasant endeavor even in the best weather. Factor in howling winds, freezing rain, and a creek that’s colder than your average polar plunge, and you’ve got all the motivation you need to keep both your bike and your body high and dry.

For this lesson, our guide leaves no stone unturned. In fact, we literally wade into the creek to scout the route across and toss out any oversized rocks along the way. Thank you, Gore-Tex.

After going over the fundamentals of throttle and body position from the safety of the shoreline, our guide leads by example, crossing the sketchiest terrain of the trip thus far a half-dozen times from either direction to prove that luck need not factor into the equation. 

The bike slides around on the moss-covered rocks, the muddy creek bottom, and the grassy banks of the stream, yet miraculously, our group doesn’t suffer a single mishap throughout the lesson. These are skills worth knowing, and in situations like these, I’m once again reminded that having a skilled guide at the helm is a gift that keeps on giving.

We press on, and as luck would have it, the rain stops, the clouds part, and the sun breaks though to warm our tingling fingers and dry our muddy gear. By the time we cross back into Argentina, the weather is actually nice enough for a roadside picnic, and that’s exactly what we do.