It was almost the end of the day when we finally cross the Chilean border. The sun's light was already fading from white to gold. We thought, like with the previous borders that we crossed, that the Argentinian checkpoint was a few minutes away, just behind the turn. We were wrong. We drove for a good 15 minutes that looked like an eternity before we found the first sign of the border to enter Argentina. Fifteen minutes in no man's land.
One Apple A Day #513 - no man's land
One Apple A Day #513 - no man's land
One Apple A Day #513 - no man's land
It was almost the end of the day when we finally cross the Chilean border. The sun's light was already fading from white to gold. We thought, like with the previous borders that we crossed, that the Argentinian checkpoint was a few minutes away, just behind the turn. We were wrong. We drove for a good 15 minutes that looked like an eternity before we found the first sign of the border to enter Argentina. Fifteen minutes in no man's land.