Valparaiso - Villa Giardino (Cordoba) - Tucumann
is by doubling the lie to the title of my blog that the adventure continues. First I walk less because walking is fine with the stop, and stop, you see it doesn't go over very well. And I am no longer between the Cordillera and the Pacific. I crossed the Andes again after saying goodbye to Valparaiso. I back from Argentina and I fell in love before continuing by Bolivia to join Peru. Photo: Something I never get tired, the simplicity of an evening by the fire ...
My time in Argentina begins a new trip to Amelia, Gustavo and Amos, their little boy. A week to sleep much, I enjoy vegetarian dishes prepared by master hand my hosts, playing with Uncle Amos (my nieces and nephews that I forgive infidelity) and share good times with this little family that radiates happiness. Photo: 3 ½ years old and already more handy than me, this kid amazes me!
Then I hit the road again ...
Back on an afternoon in Hell:
The day had started pretty well. In less than three hours I had done almost 200 miles through a Berrichon nice holiday in the area. This morning the road is straight, we avancont the middle of a salt lake almost dried up! After a quick snack eaten in the shade of the station placed in the middle of nothing, I note the thumbs 12:30 am without doubt a moment that I live one of the worst afternoon of the dozens of years in my career as a hitchhiker. And I must admit, after 6 hours at the roadside under a blazing sun, I gave up! Photo: A saltwater lake that is already not always gay, but when it dried, it more cheerful ... A road and then nothing.
I do not like doing nothing, so when the stop is not working, I advance on foot. But in this heat, it does not advance very quickly, 2 km 2 km which is costing you each time a liter of water. So I did not much is miles off but still less by car since 6 o'clock not a single one has offered to lend me! I checked that I had nothing particular on my head, I did not look dirtier than usual, my fly was in place ... So what then is it that I shave, I cut my hair as I was advised my mother? " After 3 hours in this overwhelming heat, then I see a bus ... I shake my head ... but it does not stop either ... it must really be something!
Nevermind that I do, Benoit has seen other, it's been 6 months it is on the road, it is not daunted by this small 3 hours of fruitless stop! It takes more than the guy ... at the same time in this hostile area, and already 10 km from my station I started to ask questions about the tactics to adopt. There's not much traffic on the road, a vehicle every 5 minutes, just enough time to sit down and you see one get to the end of the straight. The tactic so ... He is now 18 hours, in an hour the sun goes down, if no one took me by then, it is very simple, it remains for me to find a hiding place for the tent or enjoy the mild evening to walk to the next farm that does not appear to be nearby.
But what do I see in the distance ... if a bus ... it is still far away, I put myself in the middle of the track to make great signs before returning to the low side, if he really did not want to stop! What a relief when at last I saw he ralentisait but especially when its right wheels have slowly shifted down side, raising the dust in the red light of declining day, making it clear he stopped for good ... The homepage is rather warm, before being allowed to set foot on the bus must be out of money while this step is normally carried on board ... I must really have a head despite my truant airs gringo!
in discussions with the Argentinians in Tucuman I learned that here we do not stop on empty roads like this one for fear of ambush!
This is sad news, here I am therefore forced to abandon the a priori contiune to stop my journey by bus. The stop allows me to do a lot of meetings with people who often are in the area and advise you always cheap, drops you off there or should ... the bus will all be different ... But he'll have it done, Bolivia and Peru will be the stop anyway to forget. But I believe that yesterday I borrowed a road and that damned other paths exist, the more hospitable ... before making the weapons, so I would try one last time in the stop leave here ... j'vous told it.
Anyway, here I am now in the north and I'll have to get used to this new environment, much more hostile to the hitchhiker I am.
No more nights on the lush grass, which, combined with soft ground, offered a better mattress, here are planted this tent on a thick sand covering a concrete floor. Finish with clear water and abundant pure rolling down the mountains, welcome to the land of lakes and salt water scarce and questionable. Here the sun does not heat, it passes Tobacco! We must also remember the dark roadside, the trees here are smaller than me and not very thick leaves. But hey, it's just time to do it ... and I is not even complain when I'm there where I want to be and begins a new journey into the trip.
Here I ask you to forgive my penchant for titles pathetic.
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