There’s mold…everywhere
Saturday, October 15th: Buenos Aires > Concordia, Argentina
We must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, which set the grumpy tone for the day. Or perhaps we were just sad to be leaving Buenos Aires.. We spent the morning packing the AirB&B, dropping off a suitcase at the luggage storage facility and running around town trying to find an open Western Union that still had enough money for us to withdraw. Our first several attempts were unsuccessful, so we drove for an hour to the edge of the city.
Then we were finally on our way toward the Ibera marsh. We drove for four hours through the vast land of Argentina with nothing but grassy fields, grazing cows and the occasional pop-up “parilla” selling food on the side of the road that we were certain would give us food poisoning. We planned to stop in Concordia, which was the midpoint of the journey. It was dark by the time we arrived and at first glance it didn’t look very safe. We saw plenty of children and single women walking down the neighborhood streets and determined it was safe, but not the nicest of towns. We met our AirB&B host outside of the apartment building, she took us up to the eighth floor and we stepped into the worst apartment we have ever stayed in. At this point, it was too late to find an alternate and options were limited in Concordia anyway so we decided to spend as little time in the apartment as possible and sleep in our clothes. There was mold growing along the creases of the ceiling, the air had a musty odor and the shower was unbearable to even look at, let alone stand in. We were starving after just the usual road trip snacks – copycat Pringles that were hummus and bacon flavored, candy and empanadas. We went to Jack Mila’s milanesa restaurant and found a little salvation. We ordered two different style milanesa meals with fries and then went back to the AirB&B to sleep tight and wait for the bed bugs to bite. Eek.
Accommodations: AirB&B, Concordia, Argentina
