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Aconcagua
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We arrived at Mendoza this morning at about 10, and I had no idea if Willie had remembered to talk to Fernando about picking me up. By the looks of the bus station and lack of people I knew, it looked like something didn’t work out. So I waited about 30 minutes and then decided to try to take a taxi. Bad idea. After a huge confusion, and arguing with the man who apparently didn’t want to speak Spanish with me either, I was promptly dropped off in the ghetto of Mendoza. I started to walk through the slums, regaining my internal compass. I then recognized a certain step on a building and figured out the direction I needed to go. After wandering through Mendoza, quite an adventure in itself, I finally reached Fernando’s house, it was 11:30. I guess he had arranged for a taxi to pick me up at 11:30, when the bus was supposed to arrive. So everything worked out, I took a shower, and started packing and repacking. I got everything together, and at 4:30 caught a taxi to the airport. Everything went well, until my flight was delayed. I waited and played cards with another guide from Aconcagua that was on my flight. The time crept on, and I thought I was going to miss my flight from Santiago, but finally they announced that we could board, and it worked out perfectly. Such is the end of my adventure in Argentina, an amazing place with an amazing mountain.
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