far and away, part 3

what transpired was a rocking and rolling, uncomfortable, loud, dark, cold journey across the argentine steppeland that set our wits to each end and our patience to zero. sleep, if any were to come, occured in twenty minute segments interrupted by more loud dirty gloom.

finally, the sun begain to rise in the eastern sky. this would be over soon.

the morning lumber over the cattle and hay fields of the pampas took multiple lifetimes. at every frequent stop we had to wonder in this was yet our destination. the answer, no, just as frequent at the train´s squeeling brakes.

sleep, frustrating.
conversation, acidic.

this would be over soon.

as we each broke and alternately consoled each other, finally taking solace in our shared misery, the train arrived at bahia blanca.

we packed our bags over the twenty minute hike to arrive at the hotel residencial del sur where the room ran double the price given in the guidebook. my god, a warm shower never felt so good.