the bus

Cordoba bus station

Well. This second bus company was supposed to be better than the first. But. No movies. Only super sweet cookies for food. No blankets and really bad foam pillow. No matter. I was still able to fall asleep. Only to be woken up at 4am by the grinding of an engine that would not turn over. The bus was pulled over at the side of the road, stalled. After about the sixth attempt to turn the engine over, we passengers were cleared off the bus onto another bus going to Retiro as well. In the moment between realizing I needed to grab my bag and bringing it with me to the other bus, I looked up at the sky and saw it sparkling with stars.

This bus was not a luxury bus, which simply means it has narrower seats. I was woken by a whining young boy and two guys who´d clearly never been to the Capital Federal. One was taking photos of the highway with his cell phone camera.