UNPACKED our suitcases and stowed the supplies in the camper this morning. Hit the road … a two lane highway called Ruta 3 headed southwest from Buenos Aires through pasture and ranch lands, flat as a pancake. Many trucks on the highway, typically double trailer. Drive. Pass truck. Drive. Repeat all day. Weather perfect in the morning, storm in the late afternoon.
The views were forever – farmland stretching out endlessly, with some autumn harvesting underway. Every so often there would be a small stand of trees alongside the road, sometimes with a picnic table between the trunks, but almost every time with a one or two foot high wood structure painted vividly red that resembled … well, a dog house. Red banners and flags were draped around the house, and there always appeared to be something inside (the one in the picture below has a ribbon decorated old wine bottle and a magazine titled “Guacho”). We saw dozens and dozens of these sites -- clearly they were religious shrines, and clearly Christian, but for what? Hoping to find out and advise later.
[Post trip note: see the blog page "Day 27 - Gauchito Gil" for the explanation on these roadside shrines]
Made it to Bahia Blanca and found out there is no camping anywhere in the vicinity – apparently not something people do in the area. So tonight we’re hangin’ in a truckstop outside of town, along with a bunch of those same trucks I noted above.
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