That day started in a very normal way. We had breakfast with the lovely family who owned the hostel (and their lovely cats), and then we took a bus to get out of town and resume our hitching tradition.
From where the bus left us, we walked under the raging sun, dodging crazy agressive dogs and overflowing sewage treatment plants, sweating like we were melting... until we reached the highway.
The highway had very heavy traffic, and was surrounded by the dodgiest neighbourhood you can imagine.
The cars were zooming by like bullets, without even wasting a look on the side of the road where we were hopelessly standing.
The ones who were looking at us with growing interest were random guys in scooters, driving around us again and again.
After a while, it started feeling more dangerous than it was fun, so we decided to give it a miss, walk back and face the sun, dogs and sewage smells instead of the possibility of being stripped off of all our belongings while waiting for a lift that might never happen.
We ended up spending an extra random night in Mendoza the city before taking a bus towards our next destination: Uruguay.
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