Bahia Blanca to Buenos Aires
Trip Start
Jul 01, 2011
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Trip End
Jul 21, 2012
It feels a bit strange to think that this is the last leg of our journey in Latin America, and yet the truth is starting to dawn on me as the sun rises above the Argentine countryside. We drove about 17,000 miles (27.000km) and crossed 12 countries since we left San Francisco almost a year ago.
As we push forward towards the Federal Capital of Argentina the trip computer tells us that the temperature is rising. By the time we reach the outskirts of Buenos Aires the air is a warm 67ºF (19ºC) and the weather feels like San Francisco in summer (except that June/July is winter time here in the Southern hemisphere).
Today's 700km go by really fast. Almost too fast.
Entering Buenos Aires, I have a sense of deja vu (we've been here a few years ago). Giant billboards promote the latest McDonald's burger and some fancy underwear worn by a model with sculpted pecs and airbrushed skin. The highway has 4 lanes in each direction. Horns are honking. A cloud of sadness covers the sunny sky inside my heart, silent yet heavy. Gulp. But there is no time to dwell on it. We need to find our way to the apartment before rush hour.
I will miss the road and the endless fields of Patagonia.
As we push forward towards the Federal Capital of Argentina the trip computer tells us that the temperature is rising. By the time we reach the outskirts of Buenos Aires the air is a warm 67ºF (19ºC) and the weather feels like San Francisco in summer (except that June/July is winter time here in the Southern hemisphere).
Today's 700km go by really fast. Almost too fast.
Entering Buenos Aires, I have a sense of deja vu (we've been here a few years ago). Giant billboards promote the latest McDonald's burger and some fancy underwear worn by a model with sculpted pecs and airbrushed skin. The highway has 4 lanes in each direction. Horns are honking. A cloud of sadness covers the sunny sky inside my heart, silent yet heavy. Gulp. But there is no time to dwell on it. We need to find our way to the apartment before rush hour.
I will miss the road and the endless fields of Patagonia.



Comments
Cedric, beautiful post - hope you're not too sad. You'll be starting a new life back in the US - even if you go back to exactly where you were - life will not be the same after your experience.