Off to Patagonia

We were reluctant to leave BA after such a short amount of time, we would both love to come back sometime, especially on a weekend, but we were scheduled to leave the hussle and bustle of city life and head into deepest darkest Patagonia and bush camp for the night. We had left BA for only about an hour and I had fallen asleep to the soothing rocking motion of the truck (as usual), when a loud bang had woken everyone up. It sounded like the road surface had changed, or we had got a puncture. We looked out the left window to see 2 of the back wheels overtake us and shoot into the opposite side of the motorway! The truck was running along on its back axel. There was a degree of panicking going on (and maybe a bit of swearing) in the truck as 2 cars coming the opposite direction had to swerve out of the way to avoid the huge incoming wheels as we pulled into the grassy central reservation. Luckily, Luca had done an excellent job of stopping the truck safely and a few cars from the other side of the road had stopped and the drivers had either started to run after the wheels, or stood around to laugh and watch.

Everyone had to get out and stand on the side of the road while we waited 2 hours in the pouring rain to wait for a taxi to take us all to a nearby cafe to chill out. We kept our spirits up by singing "The wheels on the truck go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the truck go round and round and then fall off!"

We savoured the unexpected luxury of staying in a hotel for another night, but we had to leave at 3am to make up for lost time, so we decided to stay up drinking and playing cards and then sleep on the truck. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but probably wasnt.