Tucumán

A 17 hour bus journey to Tucumán. The coach journey was comfortable enough, with generously padded seats, but it was rather refrigerated. Of course, I was next to the draughty window that would not open or close.
The campsite is in a massive park and there is no set price for the camping. We haven't been here long enough to know what to pay. We handed over AR$50, which is about £9.

Only after we paid did we see the baños were the worst we've seen. The sinks are full of writhing black beetles, Indiana Jones style. Praying mantis sit on surfaces all over, particularly on the seats and flush handles of the loos. These toilets were uncleaned, and one was full (I mean FULL) of wet poo.

The bikes got a bit of a bashing on the coach but nothing too serious.

Our eating has been rather terrible lately. We tend to skip lunch, regret it by about 5pm but dinner is not available for another 3 hours. We eat crap to keep us going and then are too full for a proper dinner and just go to bed. We went to find dinner to avoid repeating that pattern tonight.