The federal government is run by an economist whose drive to function within the black has lower govern contracts, workers and work so as a result of we’re vacationers we discover the piteous state of the roads.
Ruta 40 varies between glorious to scene g and terrible in addition to occasional random stretches of gravel. And streets in cities and cities are even worse. They make me miss Chile and its clean asphalt.
Did I point out the social poverty? Leg of goat anybody?
Folks that may afford cats don’t trip utility bikes and scooters.
Avenue canines are higher sorted than you may suppose. Solely Mexico are canines starved however in northern Argentina they don’t look as properly sorted as within the affluent south.
This can be a city road in Fiambalá, our vacation spot.
We handed by way of a village referred to as London. And no it didn’t resemble cities I’ve seen by that identify in Canada or Britain.
There’s a whole lot of adobe on this desert.
No highway work means this form of nonsense could also be in your path:
I don’t know what this state of affairs was, beneath, however I needed to drive on the left to get previous it. As you do in Argentina.
This desert surroundings is definitely worth the drive.
Konstantin and Julia are going south to La Rioja on Freeway 40 however we have been turning north on Freeway 60 to Fiambalá, and our final vacation spot is Paso San Francisco one of many strangest border crossings between these two international locations and we’ve crossed a number of them.
Paso San Francisco is 300 miles lengthy with no providers so we’re going to take some further fuel simply in case. The move is 15,800 toes excessive and is usually paved although forty odd miles are mentioned to be gravel in Chile. It’s autumn so it’s going to chilly up there. And the massive concern: it’s solely open Tuesdays and Fridays and Rusty’s allow expires on Thursday so now we have to get it carried out subsequent Tuesday.
Ruta 60 by way of the desert. Extra Arizona.
Layne stopped to take a look at a vacationer sales space whereas I walked Rusty.
We arrived round 3:30 Sunday afternoon beneath a weak solar in about 70 levels.
A monument to ladies:
We’d discovered a picnic space used to spend a free night time as listed on iOverlander. It’s obtained a transparent sky for Starlink, a trash can, some native canines I fed a lot to Rusty’s disgust and a rest room so foul I don’t suppose it counts as a facility.
It labored for us: no prickles, a flat cement pad to park on and no noise. And Rusty preferred it.
