a new method of transport thrown into my world of bus trips and the ever attrctive word 'cheaper' meant the next leg could be done by train claimed to be only used by locals and to have a bar and cinema on board.
classically the train shuddered onto the platform at 22.30 and a glimpse of what was to come.... several dark, crammed carriages with faces peering through the steamed windows and a visible smell, suddenly transforms into tables with candles and wine and then cabins with beds and lastly a few carriages much like the ones i know from home. these were ours, having been told tourists werent allowed the cheapest seats, some relief passes over me along with other feelings. all the same we fought for our seats, space and sleep half thenight. the restaurant was amazing and we met an argentinian santa/fisherman desperate to practise his english and he turned out to be one of those extroadinary and generous people you can talk to for hours, with plenty of adventures to tell and sad things too. this was continued over mat´e in the morning, 2hours after we were supposed to arrive.
the mountains surrounding barriloche (the next destination) began to appear, beautiful lakes, horses and the train experience was complete.
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