The journey started a day late because we missed our original bus. We were left standing at the station with all our cases with no bus. After blaming the bus company representative for about an hour he arranged for us to get on the next bus without paying again even though it was our fault.
It felt good to board the bus even though the trip was due to last 12 hours plus any delays at the boarder. We found our seats and settled down, we were travelling through the night so the plan was to sleep as much as possible. Before long we was on the road to the mountain and spending long periods of time overtaking on the other side of the road. It was dark outside and the mountains were a way off so I tried not to pay attention to anything outside the bus.
The incline wasn't really noticeable and before long we were at the boarder control. Florencia got off and I stayed put with the baby. It was best that way because she could hand in the passports and answer any questions they had. Besides it was cold, I knew this because we were high up in the Andes Mountains and there was snow outside.
After the boarder we travelled down what I can only describe as the steepest decline of windy road in the world, in a line of juggernauts, some of them were lit up and flashing like a Christmas tree. Clark Griswold would have been proud.
The rest of the journey through the night was smooth and peaceful I managed to sleep for about half an hour before we reached our destination.
As we pulled into town we past a village called Coquimbo which reminded me of Algeciras. (All dirty and slum looking). I decided then not to visit this end of town.
We checked in and went straight to bed for a few hours.
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