The Swiss would be ashamed.

29th of January
I was supposed to arrive in Rio Gallegos at 1:20 in the morning, suffice to say, it didn't.

But I actually want to say a little about it, I arrived more or less 3 hours too late, at 4:15 in the morning. Come on, that's roughly 10 minutes late for every 60 minutes the bus drove. We were never in a queue (while I was awake) nor forced to drive slow; so I honestly have no idea what happened, so try and picture how uneasy I felt when I woke up at 3 in the morning and found the bus driving :S.

When I was finally in Rio Gallegos I had to wait for the ticket office to open (7:30) before I could get underway to my hostel. Now check this out, it isn't possible to buy a ticket from Rio Gallegos to Ushuaia unless you are in fact in Rio Gallegos. So the first ticket I could get was 2 days later, on the 31st of January. When it happened I was rather disappointed; but I have come to the conclusion, that maybe a bit of rest after all that traveling will do me good, but who knows? When I did arrive at my hostel I went to straight to bed and woke up around 13.30 and about 14 I set out to have a look at Rio Gallegos. I ate some lunch (I ordered ravioli, but got ravioli soaked in butter, eww) and had a look about and saw nothing spectacular, except for a museum which combined dinosaur skeletons, modern art and physics experiments, quite a cool combination actually :).

Back at my hostel I met a German by the name of Timo (I think) who had an arrangement to go eat dinner (around 21) with two Americans (Fred and Jonah) and so I decided to tag along. While we were waiting outside a computer cafe while one of the Americans were finishing, a man in the loudest car I have ever heard (Hells Angels on Harley's don't even come close) drove up and parked close to us. He then (nobody knows why) decided to come and talk to us, he told us about how he was a veteran of the foreign legion, had 8 sons, 6 ex-wifes and was a few teeth short; his Citröen was running on 2 cylinders instead of the regular 4, he wanted to improve mileage so he took out two the spark plugs and as a final note... To drive 350 km he needed 200 liters of water for the engine, what a man :) (http://www.flickr.com/photos/twaize/2230305761/).

Subsequently we went to get dinner and found ourselves in a cozy little place, where Timo and I had a wonderful peace of meat (best piece of well-done meat I have ever had), and the Jonah had lasagna and Fred ravioli. We had a very long and interesting discussion, concerning both our travels as well as international relations and politics, it was really very interesting.

After dinner we went to a bar (don't worry, I didn't have anything) where we continued our talks to around midnight, after which Timo and I went back to our hostel and I presume Jonah and Fred went back to their hotel.