Today we are going back to Mendoza from the mountain. I had a little lone hike in the morning with my favorite Celtics Women music on. I climbed up the hills around the camp site, walking along the edges. It's one of the most beautiful moments in my life. We had breakfast outside tent. Some climbers were packing up and getting ready to head toward the trail. Some early birds were already on the trails. I can see 5 or 6 small figures moving on the trail. I admire them. I wish I'm one of them!
It didn't take long to return to the park station and from there we hopped into bus and headed back to Mendoza. It was a 5 hours steaming car ride back to Mendoza. We were broiled totally!
Got back to Mendoza, we unpacked and repacked for night bus to Buenas Aires. That evening when we strolled around, I broke my second pair of sandles and I decided to trash it. The bus ride took about 16 hours. It's cool and cold! It was freezing at night. How to say " cold" in Spanish? It's fume that I learned from my phrasebook. The driver got it finally but didn't take any action. It was still cold. My travel buddy Martin was cold too, but he didn't complain. He seldom complained anything. He probably would if I could understand his German. Is it much easier to stay in mountain? No communication needed? Then you will be bored.
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