|The Hospital of Villaguay, in a night stroll|
|Just Julieta by a windmill, in Entre Rios|
|Dinner on the road|
For the second night I was a little bit more complicated, because no one from CouchSurfing had replied to me from any of the possible cities in my road, so I dived in the adventure of not knowing where I would sleep. From Villaguay I had two options in my horizon: Esquina or Goya. Esquina was recommended as a nice place to see, but it was much closer to Villaguay and implied advancing little that day. Goya is a bigger city, further away.
|The Chapel of San Antonio de Padua|
|On the other side of the road, twilight|
For my last day on the road I had a little less than 300 kilometres (~190 miles) to travel. I got an early start after a breakfasting mate, and soon I was on the crossroad of the Route 12 with the one I was travelling through the small towns, some 120 km (~75 miles) from Resistencia, 2 hours. Since it was past midday I asked for a cheap and good place to eat, and I was told to go forward some 40km until a Restaurant in Empedrado. But as it was as soon as I go out from below the roof of the Gas Station it started to drizzle, so I though "If I'm going to get wet, I'll go straight to Julia's!". And if I had given it a second though, or if I had known the road ahead of me, I wouldn't even have left the Gas Station, simply because of how dangerous it is, how crazy are some of the drivers from around, and the blinding rain that was falling.
I did not think all that. I just go on the road, paid a lot of attention to my rear view mirror, and arrive soaking wet but happy to visit my friend who I hadn't seen in so long!