November 19, 11:43 PM

Leaving Cordoba

One member of our group, perhaps Melissa, was heard to remark: “This bus rocks!” This was said, and received, without irony, for this bus indeed rocks. Compared to the last bus, it’s Buckingham Palace on wheels. The seats are plush and roomy and recline WAY back so that you’re nearly lying down. They give you food on embarkation and the air conditioner doesn’t leak all over the floor, dampening our things (although occasionally our wine carton spills, serving that function). Pedro, Alejandro and Oskar have done well. Whereas the trip from BA to Cordoba was mainly on straight freeways, the Cordoba/Mendoza trip seems to be taking us down a lot of narrow, windey country roads. Since this is another overnight trip, we won’t get to really see anything.

But that’s okay. Sometimes we at The Vicious Traveler like to just sit back and let the road flow beneath us. Sit back with a carton of cheap but good wine, reflecting on the day’s events, wondering what tomorrow will bring. Maybe get a little shut-eye. Or maybe, if we’re too tired to sleep, we’ll meet up with a gambler. Or maybe we’ll spend a couple minutes reflecting and it will hit us all over again that we got to come all the way from Wisconsin to Argentina and how unbelievable that seems and how amazing is the power and magic of music.