Hitchhiking through Uruguay
As you’d guess, it was pretty awful. We didn’t even dare trying in the low-season-touristic-spot we were staying in. We took a coach to Montevideo. After a good night sleep in the poshest hotel, we tried from there. We spent good logistic-time on getting to the perfect spot: a toll gate at the entrance of the highway. Every single car going far passed us at low-speed and got the chance to actively ignore us. To add insult to insult, the toll gate people called the cops on us. Without even talking to us. The cop came and told us we had to go hitchhike all the way over there where we were really really far from the toll gate and didn’t offend the people working there with our existence. Cranky was already on her way but Weirdo gave that look to the cop. “You mean, over there where the vehicles are travelling at high-speed? Do you realise that we are standing on a public sidewalk, where it is anyone’s right to stand?” He didn’t have anything to answer to that, so we stayed where we were.
That didn’t earn us a ride though. Eventually, after 1000 cars had given us the figurative finger, one dude took us along. He had lied about where he was going though. Or more, he had defaulted to answer yes to anything we asked him before getting in his car. India style.
So we ended up at a deserted gas station right before a junction where we wanted to go the least used way. If you’ve never hitchhiked, you don’t know that that’s a long-winded way of saying “We got stranded for ever”.
One vehicle showed up every fifteen minutes. Only cars, going the wrong way, and one truck going the right way, but he couldn’t take us because his cabin was wired with futuristic spy gadgets. I’ll let you guess where he was from.
And then, it was dusk. After two rides. The worst hitchhiking day ever. Well, not quite, because a guy did get us out of there, and took us to the next town, where he dropped us on a really good gas station where we instantly scored a non-argentinian truck that took us even further. But we were still very far from where we had aimed at.
We kept asking truckers around, but traffic was low. We spent most time chatting with two Brazilian truckers that were on night-break On the other hand, the night temperature had switched from unbearably cold to completely bearable. So Weirdo digged out the hammocks and went into the forest to set up camp. He got intercepted by the two Brazilians. One of them was driving an empty semi. He offered that we sleep in it. I think they accepted only so they could tick “sleeping in an empty semi” off their list of weird things to do. Because it wasn’t really comfortable.
We woke up at five and left with them. At mid-day, we were at the border with Argentina. I know that makes no sense at all, but it was quicker to go through Argentina for a bit to get to where we were headed in Brazil. Plus we had a host in Argentina.
Just the other side of the border. But it still took us hours to get there thanks to Argentinians being the asshole-drivers we know them to be. When we got to our hosts, we were wasted. And we had covered only
We stayed there for the week-end. It sounds crazy, but we needed recovering again. The non-chilean-south-american roads seemed to break us pretty easily. So we went back on a diet of cooking, eating, sleeping, repeat.