Jen and I were on the bus last night from Puerto Iguazú to Resinstencia. The trip was ten hours long, but the bus is a top quality modern bus with sleeper seats in the lower half of the bus, and semi-sleeper seats above. We booked too late to reserve the sleeper seat version, so we were in the slightly less comfortable ones that didn’t recline fully flat. Still, pretty good for a bus, and better than anything I have seen in North America.
We had a big day yesterday, and though I had sleeping pills handy, I fell asleep before feeling the need to take one – that was about 11:00 last night.
Unfortunately for me, I awoke to crying babies at about 2:30 in the morning. There was a young couple with two young brats kids sitting directly in front of us, and although I suffered through the crying and breastfeeding, when the shitty diapers came off, I had to bail. The smell was absolutely disgusting!
I went downstairs to use the bathroom and kill some time to let it air out upstairs at our seats. By the time I returned, all was back to normal. Every single person in the upstairs cabin was fast asleep. Except me.
Right about then, we pulled into a new little town, and a couple of new passengers climbed aboard the bus. The cabin lights turned on, and so I thought it was a funny picture of all of the happily sleeping people surrounding me, but me being wide awake. By the time I dug out my camera and got ready to take a picture, the cabin lights went out, and two ladies were behind me in the aisle trying to make it to their seats. When I tried to clear out of the way, by moving into my seat, the bus hit a bump, and I totally bailed into my seat by falling backwards over the armrest. I landed full force on Jen and when my feet flung upwards out from under me I kicked the guy across the aisle full force with both feet right in his legs, and I smashed my back on this stupid round thing that holds the seatbelts in place between the seats.
So now I’m hurting, awake, and have the guy across from me annoyed because I kicked him really hard, and I still don’t have a picture of everyone sleeping but me. (partly because of my racket making, not everyone is sleeping anymore!) I decide it’s time to take one of those sleeping pills to make the rest of my journey less memorable. The problem is that it’s past 3:00 in the morning now, and the bus stopped at 7:00 so I’m still under the influence of the sleeping pill, and I’m wandering around Resistencia like a zombie. Jen is my tour guide today, I’m just walking where she takes me.
Tonight on the ride from here to Salta, it’s earplugs and sleeping pills right from the start. Sweet.