There are times where the GPS helps. There are times when it needs to be thrown out the window. I heard someone once say 'it's a GPS, not a co-pilot'. Fair enough. In this case, however, we discovered that we were on highway 22 east, not highway 3 south. Don't ask! In any case, when it kept telling us to turn left we needed to reassess!
We stopped once for a break from the car, excluding the mandatory 'fluid adjustment' stops. If we only got the chance to stop in one town, Las Grutas was the perfect choice. It's a beachy, summery town with young kids prancing around in next to nothing accessorized only by raging hormones. Too funny. It was cute, pretty, clean and very popular. The beach was FULL. The umbrellas were so pretty and colourful and it made for a fascinating view. Did I capture he essence?
It was a long day of driving. Nearly 11 hours from when we left to when we pitched a tent. It would have been longer but the 81km from highway 3 into Puerto Piramides were in fact paved despite what we'd heard. Thank goodness. At the end of the day, the odometer read 775 km more than it had that morning.
We made sure to fill the car with gas as we pulled into town, one of my new travel tips. Here we are on a road trip that's going to take us about 2500km and there's a gas shortage!!! Seriously! Guille didn't mention it before. Well...we've committed now. Boy did I witness the effect as we passed stations with line-ups dozens of cars long. We managed to find a station that had fuel (after passing several that were effectively closed) but it was only premium fuel and cash only. Ugh! We'll need to be very mindful of this as we go!!!
Scenes from a nationwide gas shortage:
Pitching a tent in the dark of a make and model we'd never seen assembled before took a couple of attempts and a dose of humour-shall-overcome-fatigue.
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