A day without luck

This is a post with pretty much no pictures, about a day where a lot happened without anything really happening.

After a 10 k ride with the state builders who were paving the road, we got instantly "lucky" with a couple of Austrian students in the smallest car that ever took us, with the biggest amount of luggage (I always wonder if I should feel thankful for the lift or cranky for the lack of comfort, but it's always the first).

This was our first English spoken car, which was nice for a change, since Chey got to socialise just as much as me. And on the way we saw a mulita! Of course we didn't get to take a picture because we were buried under our and the Austrians' backpacks, but I give you a mulita picture off Google images so you witness the cuteness.

This is a Mulita, the cutest animal in the desert.
We also call it "peludo", which means "hairy".

We got dropped at a service station outside the town of Perito Moreno, where we got some beautiful tarta for lunch, and then full of energy headed for the road again. There we were happy to see heaps of cars. More cars than we had seen before in Ruta 40, which should have been a sign.

But we didn't even think, and very soon had a lift.

"We're going to Los Antiguos for the cherry festival! Are you heading to the festival too?" said the happy guy driving the 4WD.

"How far is Los Antiguos?" I asked.

"Oh, just three hours away or so" he said.

"Then we'll probably keep going south" I answered happily after discussing it with Chey and realising we would still have plenty of hitchable hours.

"South?" the cheerful guy said, confused, "...there's nothing beyond Los Antiguos but Chile!"

And then I realised... we were going in the wrong direction. West instead of South!

 Luckily, the cherry festival guys took us back the few k's that separated us from Perito Moreno already, and told us how to get to the Ruta (thank you, great strangers, wherever you are).

It was already 5 PM by the time we made it to the start of the road out of town. We hitched to the crazy amount of... 6 cars in one hour.
 Most of them were just staying at the farm across the road and it was already late, so we decided to spend the night in the first hotel we found.

The hotel was packed with gringos on tour and was not particularly nice, but we had a few beers and everything felt better... until we got to our dorm and heard our roommate, who was apparently a bear, snoring with all the power of his soul.

Last thing we said before falling asleep under the influence of the bear sounds,
was that our luck had to get better next morning.