Today we are back in Buenos Aires. It is marginally cooler than Mendoza but not much. The main story with us is that I have been really sick for 4 days. The cold that I got just escalated into literally the worst I have ever had. At this point my eyes are so infected that it is hard to see and it looks like I am continually crying. I am sure I infected the whole bus last night. I coughed and sneezed and everything else for nearly the entire 16 hours. I will never again complain about someone else with a crying baby or bad cold. I tortured those people and I felt terrible. The busses here have a system called semi cama or full cama- cama meaning bed in Spanish. The seats go nearly all the way back and there is a foot rest. Actually there is a good amount of space. Of course I could not understand the announcements. I had been told they were giving us supper and, when we got on, they handed us a sandwich with a slice of bread and a piece of cheese. No drink. I figured that was dinner and ,really, I haven´t eaten in 4 or 5 days. So we settled back and fell asleep even though it was 8 PM. At 10 PM the bus pulled into a rest stop and we got up and out with everyone for the restrooms. I noticed though that the other passengers had gathered in the restaurant next to it and it was here that they gave us dinner. So here we were in a truck stop on the road in the middle of Argentina eating some kind of breaded mystery meat and a huge portion of mashed potatoes. I am seriously missing vegetables. They then showed 2 movies which were in English and Spanish subtitles and really weren´t bad. Then everyone settled in to sleep while I kept them up coughing.
Tonight I went to a pharmacy and tried to explain that I want a cough suppressant not expectorant. Literally the pharmacist who was nice enough to open for us- we had to climb through a little hole in the door- had only 4 words of English - Have a nice Day! I had to laugh in spite of my pathetic condition. We had dinner in a Hungarian restaurant with reggae background music but the goulash was great that Bert had and so was my omelette which was the only thing we could understand on the menu. My Spanish is bad but forget my Hungarian. Besides it was the only place that would take Mastercard and we were out of pesos until we can find a bank tomorrow.
Tomorrow AM we are to take a fast ferry to Uruguay for the day. Hopefully the cough meds will work.