The road is pretty bad. And, it’s windy. This means that Paul and Camille travel at about VW speed.
After a few wrong turns and stopping to fill our tank with all of our reserves, we pulled into the town of Gobernador Gregores on fumes. We hit the YPF and, of course, they were also out of gas. They told us to come back at 4 pm. So, we made lunch at the town plaza and did some grocery shopping. When we returned to fill up, they said it would be 8 pm before they had gas… mas o menos. It’s getting dark earlier now, so we decided to go to the municipal campground and wait it out. Later that night we were able to buy 100 pesos worth (half a tank) because of rationing. No problem… we just waited a while and returned and got another 100 pesos. Then, waited a while and returned to get another 100 pesos in our spare tanks.
We spent the night hanging out and cooking at the town’s free campsite. Like all of them, it came with a camp dog. This one – Jack – was awesome and we very nearly added another member to the gang.
The next morning we set up for the long road to El Chalten.
No road is long with good company.
– Turkish Proverb