As I´m in a bad way even after 10 hours of sleep I have the sympathy of my tour group who have distributed my 23 kgs of luggage between them. Fortunately it´s a five-hour bus ride to El Calafate, across the border into Argentina so I can try to sleep off my sickness. I realise I must look fairly rough as no one wants to sit next to me on the bus.
At the border crossing I realise I don´t have my yellow immigration slip and the official is not about to take any excuses of sickness or idiocy. He sends me back to look for it which means getting everyone to take their luggage out of the hold so I can reach mine. Luckily I find it and am allowed into Argentina.
(Photo - Chaura berries)
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