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We have crossed so many land borders over the past year, it's tough to remember each one.  Laos to Cambodia stands out due to the very remote nature of the actual crossing and the number of boats, mini vans and busses required to complete the passage.  Peru to Bolivia was probably the "highest" and most desolate crossing at nearly 4,000m through the altiplano and across Lake Titicaca.  Bolivia to Chile for not just high altitudes, but extreme conditions going from freezing cold, windy Bolivia, to the hot, arid deserts of San pedro de Atacama, Chile.  Then there was the crossing from Northern Thailand into Laos and our sketchy boat trip across the Mekong River.  But y far, the most beautiful of all our border crossings has to be making our way today from Chile to Argentina through Parque Nacional Villarica to the border of Paso Mamuil Malal.  The border is near the base of Volcán Lanín at 3,746m.  this volcano is higher than Villarica, the one we climbed yesterday, and there are expeditions that go out here to climb this one as well.  That said, this towering, snow capped beast makes for a majestically beautiful border crossing which winds from one national park in Chile and puts us out through Parque Nacional Lanín on the Argentinean side.  Crystal clear streams along with purple, magenta, white and yellow stalks of wild flowers blanket the fields.  As we wind our way around the multitude of lakes and streams, we note the color of the lake shores turning from black lava sand beaches in Pucon, to white rock sand beaches further along in Argentina.  We reach the small, quaint mountain town of San Martin de los Andes and decide to kick it here for a night or two to experience a smaller, quieter spot for our first stop off in Argentina.  And quiet it is, the electricity is out in the whole town, so most of the shops have shut down.  We manage to find one burger and beer joint that's running on generators.  The burger joint, as well as all the ice cream shops - the most important for any Latin American town we've visited - are thriving off their back up power.  We seat ourselves and have dinner, of which the meat probably had expired from not being kept as cool as it should be by the back up power, and I promptly get ill straight after eating it, needing to exhaust the last of my prized possession - the last 5 Cipro pills to my name.  Biggest bummer is that now in Argentina we now need a prescription to buy Cipro.  Ugh!