The country of superlatives. Crazy and sometimes annoying, but still, I love it!
Never ever in my 5 years of travelling shared one bed with a truck driver (just share, obviously!), and in Argentina it happened 6 or 7 times. And I really appreciate that coz each time I was saved from spending a night at the petrol station.
Never spent 3 days literally on the road, without entering a single city. I was eating only at the petrol stations or restaurants for truck drivers, taking showers at the petrol stations and sleeping in the trucks. I really felt like I was some kind of escaping kid on the road.
Never crossed 3000 km in 3 days, and never seen a road sign showing a distance of almost 5000 km (sorry, still haven't been to Russia or Canada).
Never been to pampa with absolutely nothing in a range of 300 km. Rocks, soil and rare bushes and sheep.
Never ever in my 5 years of travelling shared one bed with a truck driver (just share, obviously!), and in Argentina it happened 6 or 7 times. And I really appreciate that coz each time I was saved from spending a night at the petrol station.
Never spent 3 days literally on the road, without entering a single city. I was eating only at the petrol stations or restaurants for truck drivers, taking showers at the petrol stations and sleeping in the trucks. I really felt like I was some kind of escaping kid on the road.
Never crossed 3000 km in 3 days, and never seen a road sign showing a distance of almost 5000 km (sorry, still haven't been to Russia or Canada).
Never been to pampa with absolutely nothing in a range of 300 km. Rocks, soil and rare bushes and sheep.
