Los AntiguosJanuary 10 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C
Our night bus to El Chaltén left from the Argentinean town just across the border called Los Antiguos. The crossing itself was trouble free until the guy, for some reason asked me if I was married or single, with Kat right behind me. Was he trying to get me in trouble?!
Arriving in the early afternoon, you could spot the difference between the two countries economically, with some buildings sporting that half finished look so common in Bolivia. However, this was a more vibrant town, probably because there was a festival in honour of cherries going on. Apparently the region is the cherry growing capital of Argentina, a fact they are clearly proud of and a few streets were cordoned off with; stalls selling all sorts, a festival stage and apparently a rodeo at some point (we didn't see it unfortunately).
That evening, armed with cherries, we went to get our night bus, which was far from the luxury kind. As we got to our seats a mother with two children, one of which being a screaming toddler, sat next to us. You know it can't be helped, and you empathise with the mother, but you also really want them to lower the volume so you can sleep.
Kat noticed the older kid was tearing up a little. She hypothesised that this was because his younger screaming brother was getting all the attention and went into full motherly heart break mode. I almost had to stop her giving the kid a cuddle.
They got off the bus at the next town but plenty of noisy Germans got on, so we enjoyed interrupted sleep to the hiking mecca of El Chalten.Read more