The wonderful Luis drove us from just across the Argentinian border until halfway to our destination. We wooed him with our pastries, I used my limited Spanish and Joel slept profusely. Luis was the best. Found ourselves in a ghost town where the only trace of human activity was at the gas station. The wind here is bitter cold so we took beer and empanada breaks when our hands beat with the onset of hypothermia.
Perhaps the best part where all the funny hand signals and pity faces we received from the people who didn't pick is up. There was the "Sorry I'm headed the other way but PROPS," the "I am confused and distrusting" the "There's kids and useless stuff piled up in the back seat but good luck" and finally, the "I'm way too ballin' and you may wrinkle my leather seats" face.
After waiting around the gas station, we picked up the last bus out to El Calafate at one of the four different times we were told it MAY or MAY NOT arrive. You just never know. The funny thing was we saw a pal from the hostel on his way back from the organized glacier tour. His impression is that we are the most ridiculous people he's ever met. I definitely take this as a major compliment.
And so we are thrilled to provide you with "ALI AND JOEL'S THREE STEPS TO LAZY HITCHHIKING" free of charge.
1. Lie on the road so that a) they HAVE to stop for you, or B) you can avoid the wind and have a siesta
2. Sit in the local gas station drinking beer and simply place your sign in the window, show the occasional thumbs up and hope someone approaches offering a ride.
3. Take a bus.
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