I spent a quiet day at El Bolsón, however, I couldn't resist going for another steak! This time, rather than just 2 of us, there were 10! I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did!
I've seen something like this before-
Weibke and I bought our tickets for the Sambadrome Parade in Rio at the Carnival. I hope it's as good as "they" say!
We had an early start today- 6 am, so that meant that I moved into a dorm last night. It's easier crawling out of a bed rather than packing up a tent! I had a terrible sleep, in fact it felt like I didn't sleep at all. 5 am couldn't come soon enough!
In the dark and in my sleep walking after breakfast, I think I forgot my coffee pot at the campsite! Not the end of the world but it will change my mornings!
We have over 1000 km to drive in 2 days as we head further south into Patagonia-
Along the way there were mountains-
But mainly miles and miles and miles of nothing-
Towns are few and far between-like an hour and a half apart. Lots of the land is fenced but I only saw a few sheep. There Isn't any grass so can't imagine their meat tastes that good.
The wind is howling - I'd guess it's 90 km/hour +. Not sure how we're going to set up our tents or even keep the burners on for cooking. I'm glad I only have 7 nights of this!
Truck life can get pretty boring. Sippy cups seem to be the answer at the back when it gets bumpy. Richard and I are enjoying some rum-
Tonight is a bush camp and I'm on cook group. We're having Milanese which is breaded mystery meat, with omelet and carrot sticks.
The wind kept howling as we pulled into Perito Morano for diesel. After, we drove around looking for a place to camp, or so I thought. We ended up at a campground and Ninke upgraded us to cabins because it was nearly impossible to set up a tent. We also were able to cook in their campground kitchen so the whole evening was great. The Milanese was a hit - so funny. We had to fry it in a lot of oil and it's only about 1cm thick. It's like fast food but I think we'll serve it again! As I'm going to bed, the wind is still howling. It reminds me of home!
Not looking forward to 550 km tomorrow!
P.S. Merry Christmas!