I went to Mendoza on the weekend. Just put on my tennis shoes on and walked around the city for a whole day. I didn’t take my hair dryer, an extra change of shoes, a map, nor did I have a plan… it was so a-typical for me (although I did receive some great advice from a wonderful friend). But yet I had one of the best weekends ever, just going with the flow, so to speak. A conversation on the street turning into lunch. A mid-night bus ride turning into breakfast. It was spontaneous, relaxed and made an impression on me about what travelling is all about.
Although Mendoza and the sights out the bus window were fantastic, that wasn’t the memorable thing about the trip. It was the people. Travellers. Kind hearts who I’d happily share another bus ride, barbecue or early morning meal with. People who have vastly different life experiences, come from other counties, speak different languages, and yet feel so familiar. There’s something about low budget travel that ties like-minded people together. I never really considered travelling on the cheap before, but now I realise that that may be where the real adventure is. If I can get over my motion sickness I think travelling around South America by bus could actually be more fun than flying to a destination.
The faces of my weekend adventure.