Lago Posada, January 7th, 2017 Sunday, or Today’s night or Pablo’s time. Argentina welcomed us back with a bloody red sky. The sun had gone behind the mountains, and the remaining red light created long shadows. We were in the middle of nowhere. The customs officers had told us that our planned destination is 200 kilometres away. We would never make it in time to find a place to stay so we changed the plan. Following the officer’s advice, we headed to Lago Posada where we arrived after 8 pm.
One Apple A Day #175
One Apple A Day #175
One Apple A Day #175
Lago Posada, January 7th, 2017 Sunday, or Today’s night or Pablo’s time. Argentina welcomed us back with a bloody red sky. The sun had gone behind the mountains, and the remaining red light created long shadows. We were in the middle of nowhere. The customs officers had told us that our planned destination is 200 kilometres away. We would never make it in time to find a place to stay so we changed the plan. Following the officer’s advice, we headed to Lago Posada where we arrived after 8 pm.