A Brave Yet Foolish Decision
Our Road Trip to Misiones, Argentina
I decided to celebrate 2008 Valentine’s Day in Argentina. A week before that, I was in Rio de Janiero for the Carnival. La Karina and I agreed to spend 4 days together in Cataratas Del Iguazu in Misiones. She arranged everything from bus ride to hotel booking.
She is good at it, especially when it comes to haggling for discounts. She would always say,” It’s a pity to pay a lot mi amor.”
Before leaving our hotel in Buenos Aires, I told her not to bring things she won’t need. This was my third visit. The first two, I ended up carrying a heavy suitcase stuffed with things, some of which she never used. I am a light traveller. I hate carrying a heavy bag. It makes me immobile.
We checked out and left our luggage at their residence as agreed. We still had an hour to drop-off our bags and proceed to the bus station for our 18 hour ride to Misiones. This task would only require us 30 minutes. I asked for a five-minute extra time before leaving our hotel room to fix my things. Before agreeing, she reminded me to hurry because we might miss the bus. I said ok. She checked the living room, dining room, and bathroom for things we might have left. Each room check equals one reminder. That made three plus one before that so she aready reminded me four. times. I did not reply. When she was about to utter another reminder while watching me locking my suitcase, I have to cut her. I lost it and said, “Will you just shut up?” In my anger, I put all my travel documents inside my suitcase and locked it. That suitcase was not going with us. It would stay at their residence.
I left all my travel documents in Buenos Aires. I only had my credit cards and wallet with me in a travelling bag I was carrying. I only realized it when the bus was about to leave. Damn it! And so there was another Latina exploding in panic. We have to make a decision, postpone it or take the risk of being held by the gendarmes at the military checkpoint or get lucky and never get checked at all. I made a firm decision. We should proceed. “¡Mujer, calmate!”
And we took the bus.
Our Road Trip to Misiones, Argentina
I decided to celebrate 2008 Valentine’s Day in Argentina. A week before that, I was in Rio de Janiero for the Carnival. La Karina and I agreed to spend 4 days together in Cataratas Del Iguazu in Misiones. She arranged everything from bus ride to hotel booking.
She is good at it, especially when it comes to haggling for discounts. She would always say,” It’s a pity to pay a lot mi amor.”Before leaving our hotel in Buenos Aires, I told her not to bring things she won’t need. This was my third visit. The first two, I ended up carrying a heavy suitcase stuffed with things, some of which she never used. I am a light traveller. I hate carrying a heavy bag. It makes me immobile.
We checked out and left our luggage at their residence as agreed. We still had an hour to drop-off our bags and proceed to the bus station for our 18 hour ride to Misiones. This task would only require us 30 minutes. I asked for a five-minute extra time before leaving our hotel room to fix my things. Before agreeing, she reminded me to hurry because we might miss the bus. I said ok. She checked the living room, dining room, and bathroom for things we might have left. Each room check equals one reminder. That made three plus one before that so she aready reminded me four. times. I did not reply. When she was about to utter another reminder while watching me locking my suitcase, I have to cut her. I lost it and said, “Will you just shut up?” In my anger, I put all my travel documents inside my suitcase and locked it. That suitcase was not going with us. It would stay at their residence.
I left all my travel documents in Buenos Aires. I only had my credit cards and wallet with me in a travelling bag I was carrying. I only realized it when the bus was about to leave. Damn it! And so there was another Latina exploding in panic. We have to make a decision, postpone it or take the risk of being held by the gendarmes at the military checkpoint or get lucky and never get checked at all. I made a firm decision. We should proceed. “¡Mujer, calmate!”
And we took the bus.
2 comments:
Dear Dude,This specific anecdote is interesting as i could visualized the story vividly.The title is apt too-tee hee! as anybody travelling latin and south america should take vital documents with them all the time,para siempre!I check my stuff the nth times for assurance not as compulsion.
yes... hope my readers will also remember it when they travel to these beautiful places.
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