On what I thought was my penultimate night in
Christina and Julian were horrified to realise I had been in
After our victory we headed home; it was after 1am after all on a school night, and Christina had work at 6.30am. I surfaced at 6am in order to get ready for assisting at nursery, but allowing enough time for a leisurely breakfast as I watch the dawn break on what I thought was my last full day in Misiones province.
I bussed it to nursery, and caught up with Emmanuel and his brother on the school run as I hopped off. His older sister got off the bike and we walked up the road together amicably. A different kind of school run to that outside Watsons of a morning…
I had permission to finish early, as soon as feeding time was over (at the zoo) at 11am, since I simply *had* to go shopping in preparation for returning home. After saying some fond, and not so fond farewells (mostly fond, I have to point out) I did a runner and went home for a quick shower to clean off all the nursery grime for the final time. I arrived in to town an hour before siesta and hit the shops.
The problem was I only had 15kg baggage allowance for my domestic flight to connect with the international one: Wine or Shoes?! I’d already calculated I could fit half a case of wine in my hand luggage, and if they checked its weight I would have to present the check in staff with most of it but thought it was worth the risk.
After siesta (well final gossip session and Maté (MUST re-iterate that that’s Maté the drink!) with Monica and more shopping I had a farewell party to go to, organised by the project co-ordinator, Veronica. Before getting ready for the party I’d chucked my new purchases on the bed, wondering how on earth they would fit in my case as I headed out. The other volunteers had threatened for at least the last fortnight that I would not be sleeping prior to my flight out of Posadas in the morning, promising me “a night I could not forget” in the Latino and Chumba room at Power nightclub/dance emporium, with our eclectic collection of Latino friends . However, I planned to be tucked up in bed at a sensible time ready for the next day’s packing and journeying.
A couple of glasses of wine into the party, and we started on the food amid much conviviality. Someone asked me what time my flight was from
There was a sudden, mutual realisation amongst the guests, myself included, that I would have to get the overnight bus if I was to stand any chance of catching my international flight to
I can’t really describe these 90 minutes. 3 months of happy travels, and then only 90 minutes to wrap it up; say my goodbyes to my month long friends (the organisers and my co-workers), to get back to the homestay and pack, say goodbye, to get to the bus station, buy a ticket and assuming all was OK, board.
Prior to this realisation my thoughts had been very much on matters at home, as so much was going on. My mind was also wrapped up in the nursery, the girls’ home, my shopping list and my new friends. I had given no consideration to the journey home. I guess I didn’t want to think about going back!
Anyway, back to the party and the moment of realisation: enter centre stage The Good Samaritan(s) in the form of Norma and Fernando, Veronica’s parents. Within seconds they’d whisked me off to Christina and Julian’s house. Many traffic lights through the city were at red, but that didn’t stop us. Fernando fished out a dustbin bag from the car and scooped up all the things that didn’t quite fit in my case, bundling them and me into the car.. Never let it be said that an Argentine doesn’t know how to drive: Fernando was parked up at the out of town bus station a few moments later.
At the ticket office I realised the bus wasn’t going to get me to Buenos Aires in time to connect with the flight, so Norma did a cultural and linguistic translation of my request to the bus company staff “Can you get the bus to stop before Buenos Aires city centre so I can scoot round the ring road in a taxi/remise to get to the airport, PLEASE?” Remarkably the answer was yes. Even better the staff let me get cash back on my visa, since I didn’t have enough cash to pay for the taxi, or departure taxes or anything else. I was astounded at people’s willingness to come to my aid and how swiftly and efficiently the situation was handled. This after all is the country where it took me two hours, a passport and a driving licence to buy a hairdryer in cash worth four pounds. The bus left half an hour later than we were expecting which gave me time to pack properly (at the bus stance), and to buy the men in the ticket office some thank you chocolates. Fernando was quite certain all my stuff would not fit in my bag, and thought it hilarious I was even going to attempt it. Whilst I may not be good at confirming flights, one thing I am not so bad at is packing. And those shoes just had to fit in the bag! They did. Just. In the picture here I was whistling at the dog who had enjoyed assisting me in my packing efforts. Shame he’s not in the picture because every South American bus station I’ve seen had at least one friendly stray dog to see you off/welcome you to the town.
So Norma and Fernando were good enough to wave me off from the bus, having been responsible for organising all, and getting me and my things out of serious hot water. I really can’t thank them enough; they are the stars of the show. Before I departed we even had time for a chat. Norma mentioned how surprised she was that I seemed to be all smiles and apparently coping considering the traumatic start to my homeward journey….she put it down to my Qué Sera attitude (this must be a new or temporary attribute!). She thought it hilarious that I was particular over which bus company I was prepared to travel with, to
On the bus I wanted to confirm with the attendant that I was going to be dropped off in the morning at an appropriate place to connect with the pre-booked remise (taxi) ….I was concerned it was all a bit too good to be true. Unfortunately the attendant didn’t come round for over 10 hours, by which time I was definitely ready for dinner but more importantly really needed a drink (I mean water!) as the last thing I’d had was the wine at the party. I had also discovered the nursery had given me a parting gift: one almighty cold! Under normal circumstances I would never embark on a 14 hour bus journey without water and probably biscuits (!) but this was an exception.
So, the attendant finally emerged from wherever he was hiding, sometime after the sun came up the next morning. I asked him for confirmation that it was still alright to stop at the agreed place so I could connect with my flight and he replied that it was definitely not a possibility. Oh dear. There was absolutely no way I could make my flight from
Shortly after, as we were nearing the outskirks of
Sure enough, two minutes later I was speeding along the BA equivalent of
What a close call; I was incredibly fortunate and I am so thankful for everyone’s assistance, right from the farewell party in Posadas through to the security staff almost 1,000 miles further south. (thanks is insufficient, but will have to do!).
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