From Mendoza my travels would send me westwards ,towards the coast. The pacific ocean. This would involve an 8 hour bus trip through the Andes mountain range. Mendoza treated me well ,but it was time to leave. The bus ride was more like a scenic tour. a road surrounded by huge snow topped peaks.
Once we made it to the Chile-Argentine border everyone had to get off the bus and sign some papers and show some passport. The officials wanted to know why i wasnt black and if i had a vuvuzela.
I told them of coarse ive got a vuvuzela and i am black, mandela is my grandfather. not to sure if they believed me.
after that everyone had to go into a room and put there hand luggage on this table. Next minute a sniffer dog came running in and went straight for this guys bag. the police then took him into this other room. I didnt see him after that.
I finally made it into Chile. Arrived at the main bus stop and my hunt for accomodation was on. My couch Surfing contacts were unavailible. So a cheap hostel was plan B. Walked around ...Asked around and eventually found something... Its like a rush getting off the bus alone...not knowing where I will be staying. But it always works out really well.
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