Driving back to Santiago, from the Chilean coast, we made good time on the divided freeway, left the car at the airport and took a taxi to the bus station in time for a bite to eat before we boarded a bus to Mendoza, Argentina. Originally we had planned to rent a car for the duration of our trip but decided not to based on what we understood to be a time wasting and expensive border crossing from Chile to Argentina. The buses are cheap and comfortable in Chile so other than a man who picked his nose with great concentration and coughed out great whooping clouds of germs, it was quite pleasant. (I had seen him earlier in the restaurant and had jokingly said to Ale that he was probably going to sit beside her in the bus and sure enough….Ale changed her seat!!!)
This bus trip rivalled one that I had taken in the Colombian Andes both in scope and beauty. The views were spectacular and we climbed to great heights on hair pin turn roads with steep drop offs. The sheer size of the Andes and the shape and contours of the various mountains more than make up for the somber monotony of their granite greyness.
Finally, after 5 or so hours of steady climbing we reached the border where we were required to leave the bus and file slowly through the customs which turned out to be a nonevent. Passport handed over and stamped….no questions asked and we were on our way once more. As we got further into Argentina the bus started its decent and the valleys below reached up with green hues to meet the bus. Not too far into Argentina our friend with the cold left the bus and took his cough with him. We didn’t miss him. Another young man on the bus was from Mendoza, our destination and he had been away in Texas studying piano tuning. He was very excited about returning after months away from home.
As Mendoza approached the view outside the bus window became a friendlier landscape of rolling hills and pastoral vineyards a perfect harbinger of some wonderful wines to come.