I had breakfast at the hotel home made bread from a wood oven it cannot get much nicer than that. I hit the road and the scenery and the light are fantastic so very pleasant riding I am heading for the border so that means another stint on route 5 which is a toll road and have been shelling out quite regularly for it when the GPS is telling me to turn of the motorway and do a U turn come back on the motorway and then turn off there! Strange but I follow the instructions blindly but that means paying the toll again so I am expecting a bit of a debate however my GPS says it’s the next turn off not the first one and as I sail pass I realise it is being its usual accurate self and I have missed the turning so I have to go a couple of km before I am able to do a U turn and come of at another exit 500 meters before the one I had just come of about 2 minutes ago. Try explaining this to the booth attendant that I had just paid a couple of minutes ago but she is having nothing of it even after I show her my receipt as well so I am well pissed of in having to pay again and by my now there is a bit of a queue building up behind me and they start honking there horns so I turn round and tell them all to f**k of as I am well pissed off now booth attendant does not care she is not letting me through. I eventually cough up the money and give her a gob full in Spanish and English to vent my frustration but she just shuts the window and jeers at me holding up the money jobs worth bitch. So it looks like Philly has some serious pent up aggression in him today I wonder what the cause of that is?
So I am back on the right road again and I am looking for a car museum I had read about which I find and spend an hour or so chilling out at the Auto Museum Moncopulli, which has huge collection of Studebaker’s which are one of my favourite old timers. So a bit more chilled out now but I get in another ruck at a petrol station with some arrogant prick in a big car who wants to know which pump I am queuing for and I politely tell him whichever one comes free first as I was here first and that is how a queue system works he not happy with this response but I do not give a fig as he not getting ahead of me. What really makes my days is he pulls in after me once the pump is free and is told that there no diesel at this pump and he would have to go to another one. Later he try’s to lecture me about cars having there petrol tanks on one side and I tell him to go f**k himself like I care so for some reason today I seem to be looking for a fight aggressive little bastard that I am and I have been so chilled for so long and its been a while since I had a Philly rant and I am determined not to have one.
Old Cars got to love them!
Today I am heading into Argentina so you could say the tag line of Alaska to Chile or is that Argentina has been fulfilled but I am still miles away from my goal that being getting from the top of the Americas to the bottom of the Americas so that could explain some of my grumpiness and frustration.
So I head to the border and much to my delight I bump into Alex and Andrea waiting in the queue to exit Chile I had a vague idea that they were crossing today and was half expecting and sort of agreed to meet them but I was very fortunate that we hit the border at the same time. It is good to see some friendly faces.
It is a standard border crossing so that’s
- Export Daisy
- Export Me
- Import Me
- Import Daisy
First through no mans land
Very simple except for huge queues at immigration on the Argentinean side so it took the standard hour and half to cross but a lot simpler than some of the crossing I had done.
Nice drive in a yet another new country and we are heading to the famous San Carlos de Bariloche A & A have a couch surfer place tonight so we grab some dinner together and we do a quick catch up and arrange that we will travel south together for a while and then I head of into a very touristy town in the high season trying to find somewhere cheap to sleep. First place full they could not even be bothered to open or answer the door so it was not looking good so I try and find another one but I cannot locate it but I spot a Hostelling International place so I try that but expensive even with my discount card and some negotiations still steep the problem is its late I have no point of reference for prices in Argentina so I except the offer so I have a bed and there is secure parking when we can clear the entrance of illegally parked cars in front of the garage doors.
I go for a walk around town I am not to impressed it is full of shops selling chocolate and is very Germanic but has very little charm. A pleasant walk to a nice church with some great wood carvings all the standard Jesus stories but the woodwork and carvings are very interesting and different so ignoring the subject matter great pieces of work.
I head back to the Hostel and work on this and finally crash at about 12pm it has been a long day and I am meeting A & A and heading south tomorrow. Getting closer day by day.
I have got my own personal photographer back Yeah more photos from Andrea on Smugmug 🙂