I can totally relate to how Che Guevara’s friend felt when he lost his motorcycle. My car was just as much a part of this trip as I was and I was sad that it couldn’t finish the journey with me. Even now, though I had accomplished what I set out to do and I now have the opportunity to head back home as promptly as I would have ever wanted to, it still bothers me. I am sure it will fade in time, but I am certainly disappointed that it couldn’t finish the journey with me.
Today I tied up some loose ends. I woke up around noon and used the restroom first thing in the morning like I had for an entire week. But today’s was different. I finally got to crap out solid today. I had pizza for lunch, which I somewhat regret getting because it wasn’t all that great. Then I waited in line for almost an hour to pay for the Argentine airline reservation I made over the internet yeseterday. Why I can’t pay for it online, I have no idea. But at least it was only a 3 minute walk away and not at all expensive, considering that it’s a 4 hour flight to Buenos Aires.