MUNGO EATS Latin America

Some days start slower than others and today was one of those days.  Breakfast took a long time, packing up took a long time, getting a few groceries took a long time.  It was about 11am before we hit the road.

Shortly after we left town, we were passed by a group of motorcycle riders.  Their bikes were packed up for a bit of a ride.  They all honked  and waved as they passed us.  Actually, a lot of drivers wave in Argentina.  We waved, thinking, “Passed again…nothing new”.  For the next hour however, we passed and were passed by the same group of bikers again and again and again.  It would seem that one of the 6 riders would need to stop for something and the rest of the crew would as well.  The slow tortoise westy would creep up and pass them, then the hares, would zoom by again.  There was honking and waving each time. 

A couple of hours into driving, the road started running parallel to the Rio Grande (one of the many!).  Unlike most of the Rio Grandes that we have passed, this one really was grande and it looked like a normal river, well, a Canadian river.

It was not muddy and actually looked fast flowing and it was calling us to stop.  I miss “real” big rivers.

We stopped for lunch and then decided we would stay the night.  So, check out our campsite.

King Mungo seems to approve!