Tuesday, November 2, 2010

18 Hours of Whining and Carbs

Our chariot
I was standing in the Mendoza bus station, guarding our luggage while Dave went to figure out which of the 20 identical buses going to Salta was the one we had bought tickets for.  A woman walks by with her small child, who hurls himself to the floor and throws a tantrum the likes of which I have never seen (probably because I am never around 2 year olds).  He´s screaming, kicking, banging his head against the floor. Eventually the mother grabs him by a flailing arm and drags him down the corridor.  "Ha," I think.  "Sucks for the people on his bus!"

Those people were obviously us.  And not only was the little demon child on our bus, he was sitting across the aisle from us.  For 18 hours.

For those of you who keep asking us when we are going to have children- well, the wait just got a little longer.


We had purchased "executive class" seats.  The website seemed to suggest they went into full flat beds, but this turned out to be a lie.  Actually, Dave´s seat was broken and didn´t go back at all.  I made concerned noises but did not offer to switch.  You gotta look out for yourself on an 18 hour bus ride, you know.  Eventually we called over the bus attendant and he "fixed" the problem by repeatedly slamming his body against the back of the seat until it broke further into its full reclining position. 

For dinner, the bus company served a meal that confounded our understanding of a balanced diet. 


Clockwise, starting at left:  Ham and cheese lasagna, dry bread roll, ham and cheese roll-up, side of ham, side of cheese, dried out white rice, breadsticks, vanilla pudding.  Oh, and that cup is for Seven Up.  The bus attendant walked around with a 2 liter bottle.







    Don´t we look excited?















Breakfast (crackers, alfajores (cookie sandwich with dulce de leche and chocolate), more crackers, and a third kind of cracker covered in chocolate) and lunch (ham and cheese sandwich) were also served.  Unfortunately there are no photos because Dave slept for about 14 of the 18 hours (probably because it was such a struggle to bring his broken seat back to an upright position) and I couldn´t get to his bag with the camera.  Luckily, we had bought an assortment of nutritious snacks at the bus station, including skittles, cookies and even more crackers.

Later, we all played bingo for the chance to win a bottle of wine.  Then they showed Bucket List and Old Dogs, both dubbed in Spanish.  Thankfully, these movies somewhat drowned out the noise of the constant whimpering and whining of the child across the aisle.

18 hours after we had left Mendoza, we pulled into the Salta bus station exhausted, covered in cracker crumbs, and ready to book our next 22 hour bus ride to Buenos Aires. Stay tuned.

2 comments:

  1. Carb & meat... How come am I not there?
    You are totally satisfying my constant hunger for travel & laugh!!
    Keep it up! Always enjoy reading your blog :)

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