We are enjoying fine weather at the campground which is lucky as we are here until Tuesday. We’re hoping to get a delivery of a new voltage converter to allow us to charge our batteries using 220 volt shorepower. Our old one was too small and burnt out, so learning as we go we have preserved a larger model this time.
When we get Rusty’s border papers from the government office in Villa rica we will be free to leave for Argentina. They are supposed. To be ready Monday so we’ll be going to town to do laundry and some shopping to be ready to leave here Tuesday morning.
The route we have chosen to drive to Argentina is supposed to be very scenic with lake views, a 90 minute ferry ride, a border crossing and 27 miles of gravel in Argentina driving to the city of San Martin de Los Andes where we plan to meet some friends. Argentina will be home for a few weeks I expect as we cross cross the country as there is afternoon tea to be drunk in the town of Gaiman where Welsh miners once emigrated to get work.
Then we will drive back across Argentina through the steppes of the famous pampas, windy and boring we are told. Still I want to see these great grassy plains of myth.
I’m ready to travel but I’m happy waiting here. The temperatures are perfect, there are no insects and the campground dogs are friendly. They make Rusty jealous so he is much more cuddly than normal and I like that.
It’s like being parked in a park. There are some other campers, a Colombian whose wife doesn’t want to travel anymore so he’s here alone, and a Dutch couple in an expedition truck planning to park for the summer to go home to mow the lawn.
We wash fruit and dishes, take hot showers and decent WiFi and read my Kindle. Electronic books are a thing I never knew I would become dependent upon. If you want to know what the pampas was like to grow up on a hundred years ago Hudson, an English boy who grew up in Argentina, is evocative.
