(Finally I have a lot of time to write and translate...)
Before starting to my 30 hrs bus trip I go for a last walk at El Calafate.
Then I take my luggage to the bus station. The photo backpack on my back, the suitcase in one hand and the ski roller in the other. I could have ordered a taxi, sure, but it's not so far and I want to avoid discussions because of my ski bag.
I'm the first at the bus station which is good as I'm still not sure if there are any restrictions concerning size or number of baggage you can bring. This time everything seems to be ok. I get to know that I will have to change bus in Rio Gallegos (“Rio Gashegos” as they call it here).
It's the first time I'm traveling coche cama (coche = car, cama = bed). The seats are really big and only three of them in a row.
I get sleepy soon but just before I fall asleep I spot the first nandus (ostrich-like birds) which excites me so much that I turn wide-awake again. Unfortunately they are far away so I'm not able to take a picture.
On the way to Rio Gallegos again a colourful sunset. First the Lago Argentino is still visible afterwards only steppe. Although Lago Argentino is the biggest or one of the biggest lake of Argentina El Calafate has a water issue...
The steppe is vast but almost all the time there are fences on each side of the road. Every meter there is one fencepost, what a work! As it seems the fences are often a deadly obstacle for the guanacos. I see lots of skeletons or carcasses. The fit ones can easily jump over the fences but for young, hurt or old ones this might be impossible.
Sometimes I can also spot crosses at the side of the road.
A film is displayed at the screens and my already made opinion that these are always strange films is confirmed... After the second film, we arrive at Rio Gallegos. As on my ticket only the departure and the arrival are printed I have no idea when my connection will arrive and I'm still little bit worried because of my luggage. But again everything goes fine. This coach is an even newer one. I see more women than men traveling alone.
Shortly after having left Rio Gallegos I fall asleep and I only wake up when the bus is stopping at a terminal. No idea where I am...
The next day is a perfect bluebird again. Since there is no hurry, I get awaken around 8 am. Many people on the bus seem to have caught a cold. I hope that I won't get sick a second time.
The breakfast is served around 10 am. Unfortunately it only consists of a very strong tea and two “Dulce di Leche” biscuits which I don't like. I'm looking forward to the chocolate at Bariloche which is known as “Switzerland of Argentina”.
Some times the bus stops at very small shacks to let people get off the bus or to pick up somebody. What the hell can you do there...?
We arrive at Perito Moreno (which has nothing to do with the glacier, probably they lacked of names for villages in this huge country) and I can get out of the bus and breath some fresh air. The motor is running for our whole stay (also when we had to wait around 5 hrs at Magellan Strait the driver didn't stop the motor).
Afterwards we continue our ride. The buses run between 60 and 80 km/h, they are much slower uphill. I have the impression that driving is reasonable.
After Perito Moreno we travel on a bad one-lane road. There are some trucks.
Lunch is served but I don't want it. Not so easy as a vegetarian here...
Then Spiderman is displayed. I concentrate on watching out of the window and continue to write my blog.
I have rarely had such a three dimensional impression of clouds as here over this flat land!
Once the landscape is little bit greener, then hillier, there are more or less bushes.
Then there are more and more clouds and there are definitely more hills than before. Between grazing cattle and sheep I can spot some patagonian flamingos. I have always thought they need warm temperatures but these seem to be adapted to the rough climate.
The snow covered mountains come closer, there are more trees now, especially more conifers. I see some hills which remind me of Iceland's coloured mountains at Landmannalaugar.
The temperature in the bus is either too cold or too hot...
Eventually we stop at a bus station. It looks pretty nice from outside but less from indoors... Maybe it's normal here that there is no lock at the toilets' doors...
In this small town I see several runners and two road cyclists. It looks kind of really nice with the grass, foot walks and statues between the car lanes. Unfortunately also here there is a lot of garbage lying around.
I arrive at Bariloche about half an hour late. Everything went fine, my baggage is still complete. I'm looking so forward to brushing my teeth...!