O.k., so I can deal with being in a rental car the size of a Yugo, and not being able to go more than 65 without the doors falling off because of the vibration of the engine. But what is difficult to fathom is why they have a stop light in the middle of the highway to allow yaks to cross, but in the center of every single town there is not only no stop light but no stop sign anywhere. The cross streets are a complete crap shoot. Whoever can get through the fastest has the right of way. And the double yellow line on a highway? Here if it's an even numbered day it means you can pass, but only if going up hill on a curve. The nice thing about all of this is that I have only hit 1 pedestrian on the entire trip, and she deserved it because her cane had cracked and she was walking too slowly.
On to more important things--we're kind of chilling the last couple of days. Drove around some beautiful lakes, saw killer sunsets, a Chilean volcano (active), some very unusual trees with pine "cones" the size of bowling balls.
Steph continues to excel at finding the absolute most remote hotels in the world with magnificent views and working toilets. She is a tourista Goddess.
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