Gladagonia - Halfway to El Calafate.

Essentially after we decided the Patagonian fall was far too cold and too unpredictable for our Canadian blood we decided to make a move but hoped to come back when the weather cleared. If it cleared. It really seemed as if we just followed the sunlight around the tip of south America for the next week. BLISS.

The morning we were supposed to catch a 8:30 AM bus to El Calafate started with me tapping Ali on the shoulder at 9 AM saying I think we missed our bus. After about 30 minutes of silence and moping we collected our thoughts and put all our energy into getting the motherfuck outta Puerto Natales. With only 10 days in Patagonia we hadn't time to waste. Needless to say it was the best sleep I had in South America.

After various phone calls and stops to tour agencies we realized we missed the only bus out that day. Off season is great for the lack of people around but awful if you want to get somewhere at your convenience. So we needed to get creative. We stumbled upon a shuttle to the Argentinian border. DONE. Next we crafted a wonderful sign, with the help of our awesome Hostel owner Omar, reading Vamos A Calafate. Omar used to drive trucks and pick up hitch hikers on the reg so he assured us this was the ticket.

BOOM. Gone. Shuttle to border. I've never seen a border crossing so relaxed in my life. I could have walked through it with 5 Kgs of cocaine strapped to the top of my head, a rifle on my back and and I'm sure they wouldn't have even taken a second look.

It was now time to use the thumb. This why you never see animals hitch hiking. I'm sure they would if they could but they don't got the thumb. Too bad for them. Took about 30 minutes to get picked up and driven to a town halfway to El Calafate. Super nice dude. Him and Ali chatted away while bunkered down in the back to nap and eat cookies. Pretty I was doing both at the same time. Cause I woke up and there was 6 less cookies then when I fell a sleep Carboloading in south America has become just as a subconscious effort as breathing.

We tried our luck hitching out of the small town where all that could of possibly put it on the map was a gas station and a resturaunt. It literally felt like small town Saskatchewan. Surrounded by prairies. After induring a few 30 minute thumbs out sessions we decided to take refuge in the gas station with our beers and our sign properly posted in the window for all station visitors to see.

Everyone pretty much thought we were the most entertaining thing they've seen all day. Maybe even their lives.

FINALLY! The RIGHT bus showed up. I I threw the Calafate sign in the garbage faster than you could blink an eye, we slammed our beers and tossed a wad of cash at the bus driver with huge smiles on our faces. Stoked to have a ride to El Calafate! We took the easy way out but we had to patient for and weren't even sure if a bus would surrender itself to us that evening.

So if that were the end of the day event it just wouldn't be complete. All the hostels in El Calafate seemed to be booked right up. So where'd we end up? Sleeping on the floor of a hostel common room, and I couldn't have been happier.

Missing that bus was pretty much the best thing that happened to us. Just created a super fun, uncoordinated, unplanned adventure. For the first hour I was MADagonia. But in the end i was so GLAD we slept in.
This guy thought we were the most ridiculous people he's ever met. He could be right.
We randomly bumped into him in the gas station in nowhere on his way back from a day tour. Such a funny moment.

The universe doesn't forget.
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