18 March 2018 – It was a kind of a lazy day. I spent two or
three hours e-mailing people who think I’m lost or have died. Russ and Neil
went on a penguin watching tour. I needed to get downtown and find an ATM
machine and shore up my Pesos for the run North to Brazil. I can’t get caught
short of money in those non-tourist areas. They more than likely won’t have
ATM’s that will accept my cards.
After I finished with e-mailing the different people, I
walked downtown and kept a closer eye on where I was going so I could get back
home. I also put Blanche into my pocket just in case I got lost. After a long
walk I did find two ATM machines and was able to withdraw Argentine pesos with
my cards. I also walked around looking for commemorative pins. I would like to
get an Argentine Flag and Ruta 3 pin. All the best souvenir shops were closed
because it was Sunday, so shopping for pins proved to be a waste of time. They’ll
be my prized possessions.
As I was walking on San Martin / Main Street I spotted a
hamburger place. I went in and ordered up a hamburger with fries. It was just
the right size. Not too big and not too small. Like Goldilocks, I walked out
feeling just right.
I kept walking toward my hotel and I Spotted Russ’s and
Neil’s motorcycles. I thought they were parked in an odd spot, but whatever. I
kept walking and I spotted Russ working on his computer through his hotel
window. I sat and stared at him till he looked up. I was being weird. I walked
in, sat down and talked a little. I went upstairs and talked some with Neil
because I had some info on storing a motorcycle in Uruguay and I wanted to get
it to him by e-mail. I got his e-mail address and gave him one of my cards with
my e-mail address. We went downstairs and talked some more. Well, it was
getting later in the day and those guys were leaving in the morning for Buenos
Aires, Argentina. They had a rather short timeframe to get there and I know the
road they have to travel. Not all portions of it are so great. They will work
to make a 620 Miles / 1000 Kilometer day. I said my goodbyes, shook everybody’s
hand and was off to my hotel. I stopped in the grocery store / Mercado again
and got another pint of ice cream. You guessed it, it was the same slow,
friendly lady at the cash register and it was a repeat of two days ago. It only
made the ice cream taste better.
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