We headed back to Mendoza on the 9:30 bus ( or 21:30) We got the border of Argentina and it took 4 hours to process us through. It would have been easier to go from Egypt into Israel. I don't know what the big deal is. Bus after bus, waiting hour after hour to get processed. Then we all have get off the bus and line up like sheeple to get our passport stamped by two different guards. Meanwhile they are taking all of our luggage off the bus and scanning it. It was daybreak when we finally were granted permission to enter Argentina. They had us all line up like refugees and checked our pocketbooks and backpacks with a flashlight. I asked the bus driver "what are they looking for?" He said "iguanas" Really, do I look like someone who would put an iguana in my pocketbook?
I long for Canada, where you just wave your passport at them as you cross the border. What are Chile and Argentina afraid of? They are not at war.
The ride up the Andes was breathtaking. The mountains as a silhouette against the sky and the sky with brilliant stars on this very clear night.
And the mountains were beautiful at dawn. Very little green mostly hues of burnt umber, raw umber and burnt sienna. A very long bus ride.
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