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    South by South America Tour – Argentina Part 21

    Monday, August 19, 2019
    Mendoza, Argentina

    A torn flyer in Mendoza, Argentina.
    A torn flyer in Mendoza, Argentina.

    Another lovely tree-lined street in Mendoza, Argentina.
    Another lovely tree-lined street in Mendoza, Argentina.

    A flyer on a skinny pole right in front of a fat pole in Mendoza, Argentina.
    A flyer on a skinny pole right in front of a fat pole in Mendoza, Argentina.

    Another street scene in Mendoza, Argentina.
    Another street scene in Mendoza, Argentina.

    Cloudy and cold was the forecast for today. After sleeping in until 1:00 pm, my only mission was to take a nice long walk a couple of miles southeast to the bus terminal to buy my ticket to Santiago, Chile for this coming Wednesday. Seeing as how it was a national holiday called General José de San Martín Memorial Day in Argentina, pedestrian and vehicular traffic was very light on the streets, and most businesses were closed. On the way to and from the bus terminal, I was stoked to encounter some interesting street art to snap pics of. Conversely, I was not too happy at breakfast this morning at the Hostel Alamo when the maid snapped at me.

    A dilapidated marquee in Mendoza, Argentina.
    A dilapidated marquee in Mendoza, Argentina.

    A mural under a highway overpass in Mendoza, Argentina.
    A mural under a highway overpass in Mendoza, Argentina.

    A psychedelic painting on metal in Mendoza, Argentina.
    A psychedelic painting on metal in Mendoza, Argentina.

    Another psychedelic painting on metal in Mendoza, Argentina.
    Another psychedelic painting on metal in Mendoza, Argentina.

    I went from the break room into the kitchen to see where the pitcher of hot water went so I could make a cup of tea. I saw it on the counter and picked it up to see if there was a cup’s worth left in it. (The maid was heating up more water.) That’s when she barked out a command in Spanish with no smile on her face, and pointed for me to leave the kitchen. (We’re allowed to go in there.) You would think she could at least be friendly about it. But, NO. Also, in the evening, a new guy moved into the bunk right above me and had put his skanky towel on top of the heater where I was drying my pants. I had just washed them the night before and was bummed that his towel was touching them. I asked him to move it for a minute so I could move my pants down away from it a little bit. Oh, well. stuff like this is one of the downsides of staying in shared rooms in hostels.

    Words and photos ©2019 Arcane Candy.

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