Never Woke Up Alone Before

(Continued)

We headed for the beach we'd seen the previous morning from Eric's car, and swam and washed in the late afternoon sun (after filling our water supply to capacity at a service station).
It was beautiful.

We ate alfajores and were able to laugh at our stupidity.
Again I couldn't help but think about if we'd have stayed in Nestor's Nissan to Neuquen some four days before, but I suppose that way we'd never have nearly died of thirst in the desert.
Wait a minute...

We had a vague plan to sleep in the lovely wooded field behind the beach, but in the evening a guy appeared on a scooter explaining that the beach and fields were a private campsite and that it was twenty pesos (nearly three pounds!) a night.
We promptly left.

From the bridge over the river we could see some equally lovely fields, even with barbecue pits and subtle lighting. On closer inspection it turned out to be another campsite which was much better, principally because it was closed, and therefore, free.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

We knew now that we'd have to take this hitching game a bit more seriously - a couple of our lifts had mentioned we should shave (our beards were getting on a bit...), Kev's jeans were shredded and we generally looked unkempt and undesirable.
I won't tell you about the smell.

We also knew most traffic on this road was turning off where we needed to continue, so to ensure we didn't get stuck at the same junction we made some trusty, old-fashioned hitching signs with some roadside cardboard.

Two men is generally considered the least conducive combination for hitching, and

after a good while of fruitless thumbing we decided that it was probably quicker getting two separate lifts in our current hobo-state.

About 5 minutes into my first shift hitching alone a dual-cab pick-up stopped and while the passenger seat was empty, the rear seats and flat-bed were jam-packed with stuff.
After a hasty goodbye to Kev I jumped in and was soon nattering away with Enrique speeding away from Kevin who I knew had not a penny to his name.

He did have the food and stove though.