Sunday the 23rd : bus to Villa Pehuenia

[kelpercomehome]

I spent the morning pootling online. When Beto hadn't turned up by 11.30 I started to get a bit nervous, and after about ten minutes of dithering I decided to ask my housemate, who was in the kitchen, if he had a car and if he would be willing to drive me to the terminal in the absence of Beto. He did, and was, and we then had a really good

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[slb44]

I always find it fascinating when the strangest most uncomfortable journeys end up being interesting and have you meeting fascinating people.

It seems the hotel is staffed with good people. I like the fact that they came looking for you. I'm assuming they knew the bus was late?

I can make out those hairpin turns just fine. I can understand why you wouldn't want to be in a vehicle driving them at night.

[kelpercomehome]

Being able to speak (if not always understand) Spanish added a lot to the fun of the trip. And I guess the shared discomfort of the journey helps to break the ice!

I didn't notice an actual bus terminal in town where Martín might have called to check how the bus was running. But maybe he had a friend in the nearest café who could call when it arrived. It is a very small town, after all.