Late morning I visited the local museum famous for having the mummies best preserved in the world. 3 kids buried alive during the Inca time, at the top of a dormant Vulcan on more than 5700 meters. The climatic conditions, including the temperature, the low pressure and the type of terrain have helped to preserve in such a perfect way the bodies. I had a pizza at the local restaurant nearby the main square and then took a taxi to the bus station. The bus to Mendoza left around 15.30pm and this was among the longest journey by bus so far. 19 hours. Everything has been aggravated by a car accident that unfortunately we had with the bus on the way to Tucuman. Nobody was injured and this was the most important thing. We were stuck in the middle of an immense field for approximately 3 hours which makes this one the longest journey so far on the bus. In moments like these ones, all alone with my own thoughts and with a long journey ahead without contacts with the people I care, I feel a bit lonely. This huge green field touched by the wind and nothing else around if not waiting patiently. I think about the people I love and I wish I were not alone but with them. It is one of the few moments so far I feel alone. But having these kind of feelings is also part of this journey. The ability to cope with solitude and tiredness, and with the sometimes too many thoughts that are flying around in my head. I am here in the bus now, we have just started moving again. It is dark and the TV is showing the same 3 movies over and over again. I should reach Mendoza tomorrow mid-day now. Well, I have nothing else but wait to reach the next destination. I will try to sleep, but I doubt I will manage to. We’ll see.
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