One Apple A Day #159
Bariloche, January 4th, 2017
It’s time to go.
It’s time to hit the road.
We are so excited that, despite the bottle of Malbec from yesterday night, we wake up early.
Before starting our long drive south, we think it is a good idea to say hello to the lake on which this small Swiss town in Argentina mirrors itself.
The wind is stronger than yesterday. It looks like it wants to make a statement; “I’m the lord of this land”.
To make sure we understand its message it screams, it throws dust on our faces, it ruffles the lake, and it bends trees and people.
We resist for a few minutes before bowing to its power and search the protection of Crichetta.
It’s time to find the road we’ve been dreaming for so long, the Ruta 40.
But before that, we need to get some stuff like a tent, a camping stove, a small pot and a jerry can. We read somewhere that there aren’t many gas stations along the way, so it’s better to carry a reserve of gasoline to extend our range.
It takes some time to choose the tent, and we leave with the feeling that the guy at the shop has tricked us, but we are too excited, and the road is awaiting us.
And here it is. Our road. The Ruta40.
All these years spent dreaming about this moment.
We have to stop for a minute to savour it.
To be sure it is real.
Or maybe not. It is just an incredible dream.
And it may well be considering the surprise that welcomes us after the first bends on the Ruta40.