Day 30. Last Minute Bus Tickets
Fugazetta Pizza from Kentucky Pizza has got to be known to destroy peoples’ lives. Packed full of onions and mozzarella cheese standing at nearly 2 inches thick, it’s sure to provide the detoxification your body needs, or something like that. Basically we had that last night and felt the after effects this morning.
Not being able to sleep in due to stomach pangs of distress, I got up and started writing and doing a little reading. Bobie was looking up buses going to Mendoza for tonight. He found one with the CATA International company that would leave tonight at 6pm from Buenos Aires and arrive in Mendoza at 7am tomorrow–with 6 seats left.
We continued doing our things and discussing the possibilities of leaving for Mendoza tonight. Tallon and I went to the store and did a couple other errands. Finally, we agreed to purchase the tickets to embark on what could be a multi-country tour starting with Mendoza followed by entering Chile and hopefully ending in Bolivia.
With 6 seats still available on the bus, we started going through the process of purchasing the tickets. Bobie was going to get his own and Tallon’s (Tallon doesn’t exactly have a working computer any more). I was getting my ticket. Four minutes and 22 seconds later my ticket was purchased. Bobie ran into a snag with the transaction which halted the purchase. In that moment, the available seats dropped to only 3 seats left. Someone else had just purchased the 2 seats Bobie was after. Now Tallon was able to purchase his ticket on my computer. Bobie, going back to just get his ticket, found out that someone in addition had bought a ticket, bringing the number of available seats to just one. Bobie put in his info again and BAM! Success. We were all locked in with no seats available on the bus. Procrastinating is bad, etc. Maybe one day we’ll learn, until then we’ll continue flying by the seat of our pants.
On the way to the station, we stopped to get a coffee and met up with a friend to say a quick goodbye as this would be the last chance to. We then were off to the Retiro station with 25 minutes to spare. We hopped on the bus at 6pm and headed out.
These bus trips although long and a bit constrictive are good for a few reasons like reading, writing and catching up on material that we’ve being wanting to finish. Plus after our 18 hour bus trips each way to the Iguazu Falls, we’re conditioned for long bus rides now (in theory).