Tranquility Meadows

We went to the bus terminal on the edge of town and here I realised just how limited my Spanish really is. I was only getting the gist of what was said. After a long "no entiendo" discussion, the lady in the office got the Google Translator up on her pc and we communicated through this. It worked better and we managed to understand each other. They were trying to tell us we'd never get our bikes onto a bus here heading North to Tucuman, as it'd be full of other people's luggage from Buenos Aires. It would be better to return to Buenos Aires where we'd have more choice of carrier and lots of space for the bikes.

Taxi ideas were nixed when it was obvious the vehicles on offer would be too small. We'll need to take the bikes apart and hope they don't get too damaged.

Al and I discussed this. They offered us a sip of their mate -  a metal mug full of tea leaves, hot water added and re-added and drunk through a metal straw.

Eventually we decided to take her advice and take the CHevallier coach to BUenos Aires. They had been incredibly generous with their time to try to help us.  We booked two seats on the 5.30 bush to Buenos Aires. We'll spend another night at Tranquility Meadows campsite. It has ferocious mosquitoes, sexually frustrated dogs barking and yelping all night after a bitch in season, mooing cows stuck in a flood, agricultural lorries rumbling past all night.

studying the guia de acampante for campsites, marking these on the map