Fleeing North

I got up and paid. Paying the hotel by debit card took 15 min. And she forgot to include the beer from yesterday. Unfortunately, I had no time to wait another 15 min in order to take my bus, so I explained in English and fled. I don’t think she understood a word of it.

I came to the bus station a few minutes before departure time. I didn’t see the bus.

I asked at the Andesmar window, and the lady said “now, now!”. But no bus ever came.

After two hours I went to ask again, and she said “now, now!”, and once I kept asking, she said “5 min, 5 min!”. The bus ended up being 2 hours and 36 min late. My seat at the very back corner of the bus was taken by a guy with tons of tattoos. He had guns on his hands, and lots of scars, some of them natural, and some of them made by teenage experiments. So I sat down next to him. And then I was like, can I use my phone here? My computer? People in Argentina always says “don’t show any valuable items”, but 24 hours is a long time. So in the end, I showed him everything.

It was quite funny that he took my window seat btw, since the bus’ roof was somehow packed with rain water. And when the bus turned left or right, this rain water splashed down in the corners, making him (and a small girl on the right) wet as hell. I expected he’d complain about it and get a new seat, but no. When the staff came to hand out food, they complained about it, and I don’t know what the staff said, but it seemed something like “well, it will happen less and less as the bus’ roof water runs out”.

When the night came, I fixed my bag to my body and went asleep. Good night!