Day 153: I am not longer a fan of Argentinian Politics. Even if they do paint their Government Buildings Pink. When everyone started stirring again on the bus, the atmosphere was thankfully a little more (dare I say it) jovial than it had been the night before. And after coffee and alfajores (which I normally avoid like the plague, since they contain dulce de leche, but given that food was limited, and we couldn't be sure how long we'd be stuck there, I decided to take what I can get), moods lifted a little more, as everyone left the bus for a walk around in the crisp fresh air of the Argentian countryside, which had now been divided by scores of lorries, blocking both lanes of the carriageway. Even the drivers seemed to be in relatively
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