I still don't feel my legs
Day 2:
By the time we had arrived to Pirihueco lake, mom woke up, and the bus sailed for an hour on ferry. Some people went outside. Raul told me later that Camilo and he had gone out to feel even better when having the 'delicious breakfast'. I'm glad I didn't. But I still regret that I didn't take pictures while on board.
The thing is, during the whole 'lets go out and freeze' thing, I finally fell asleep, but it didn't last long, because some MOFO decided it was time to test their bloody car horn and woke me up. I fell asleep again and woke up when it was time for breakfast. We went inside this 'country' place...were they had almost nothing to sit on, or eat. Raul told us later he didn't even have a spoon, nor a plate! We had a little better luck though. Still, the bread was cold, the coffee was *nescafe* (forget about handmade stuff) and the 'cheese' was hard. While having breakfast we met Carolina, a teacher, her aunt and her brother, who was coming on to me very straight forward x_x;; so as soon as we finished I ran away (as usual).
The only good thing about it happened later, when we heard that the 'pokemon' had lost his favorite hat during the lake trip and he was crying. We all cheered deep inside. Some of us even suggested sending him over to swim in the lake to pick his goddamn hat up...no matter the temperature was -25º approximately.
We continued with our trip, but the guide began complaining to *us* saying some of us didn't want to have fun, that he was doing his best, that he even had washed our dishes and all. We went all *WTF* on him, but we didn't say a thing because we were really tired and the breakfast didn't help at all to improve our mood.
An hour later we arrived to the Chile-Argentina border(Huahum). I had to wait a lot, because I was the last one on the list, but at least I could go to the bathroom and walk a little, plus the Argentinian army boys there were *very* cute. Another hour passed and we arrived to San Martin de los Andes. It's a very nice place, but the truth is we all wanted to get to know better the nearest restaurant *ASAP*. Now, inside the restaurant we made friends with Soledad and her mother Nelly. Nelly had been a teacher for a long time, and Soledad is a secretary in a business company, she has a child, but he had gone to the south of Chile instead.
When we paid the bill we realized this trip was going to be a full math class. We had to convert everything from Chilean pesos, to Argentinian Pesos or to dollars, and then check which of the three currencies was better for us. In the end we payed 50/50 because we had run out of time.
Comment on the side; Argentinian meat is delicious, but I wondered for a while where all the cows had gone...(I'll write about that in a minute)
We drove around San Martin de los Andes for a while, but we didn't have time enough for pictures nor to buy anything...bleh, so we finally left for Bariloche through a rout the guide didn't really know, but thank God the drivers had the skills enough to take us to the hotel...alive.
Then it began a small argument, because it seemed the hotel couldn't have all of us together, i.e some people had to go to sleep to another hotel.
Great. just. great.
We finally arrived to the hotel, I don't know at what time, after waiting for 40 minutes for authorizations to enter to the city. After the whole Chile-Bariloche *adventure*, I was looking forward for at least a nice bed where to put my achy bones, but something about the hotel told me otherwise...maybe it was the bottle of beer left on the door, or that the people from the other bus had already ate all the food and there was nothing left for us...hmmm.
Our room was the 311, Raul and Camilo were right beside us on the next room and Soledad and Nelly had the 305. We were all in the same corridor...awww destiny <3 br="">
After realizing the beds weren't gonna get any bigger no matter how much we stared, we went to have 'dinner' or better know as martyrdom.
We went out to take the elevator, but...it didn't work. A couple minutes later we heard a man screaming for help saying he was stuck. I yelled he had to pulse the button with the arrows < | > but it seems it didn't work. More minutes passed and then we heard a horn coming from the lift. Since mom was hungry we left them there and used the stairs to go to the 0 floor. Yeah...0 floor, the lobby of the hotel was on the 4th floor and our room was on the 3rd floor, with view to the wall...literally to the wall. Hmmm, we didn't know what happened with the people on the lift until much later.
The first night they gave us 'chicken'...or something that resembled chicken...a very tiny chicken, more like a canary I should say. There was no lemon for the salad...and there was no salad. :D
We all went to bed crying inside, I'm sure of it.
Later, we went to see what had happened to Soledad and her mom, because they gave them a room with 3 beds, and the parents of the Pokemon wanted *that* room, and everything was chaos and screams and red faces, in the end we just left and went to sleep. My feet were of the size of a melon and mom wasn't any better, so I took a shower and put my feet high on the wall. Mom thought it was a great idea, the only problem was she fell asleep like that, so I had to go and wake her up x_x;;; or I would've had a very cramp-ed mother on the next morning.
Finally after more than 29 hours on bus we were in Bariloche...and this was only the beginning.
Day 2 - end
Part 2 of 8
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