Woke up at 4 in the morning and realized I had no passport. Fell asleep again and woke up at 9. Still no passport. I walked around in the city, where cash machines were still
Woke up at 4 in the morning and realized I had no passport. Fell asleep again and woke up at 9. Still no passport. I walked around in the city, where cash machines were still closed. They were more than closed, all locked up. All banks looked like Santander here, with all windows locked:
Is that a photo I took? Yes, I bought a new USB charger, and the telephone has been charging all night, just like me! We’ll conquer the world today!
Eventually I asked a store about cash machine, and they recommended a pharmacy. Where there was cash! Lovely. I paid my hostel and they had my passport – in their copy machine! Jesus, I must be more careful.
Had a 15 euro lunch (ouch) and then went to the Argentinian bus company. No one there. Walked to their other office. Empty. Walked back to the first, and sat outside reading in the sunlight, that came and gave me a break from the eternal winter. One hour after opening time, a tired old lady came and opened and looked so tired by me wanting a ticket. She had no idea if I could go to Santiago or not, but sold me one to Comodoro Rivadavia.
Argentina is six times the size of Sweden, so going from the very south to the north is like going Malmö-Umeå six times times in a row. It takes forever.
But at least sleeping in the bus saves you money! Good night.