To Perito Moreno
“Gasolina no hay. Este tarde.”
“Algun horas. No se. Este tarde.”
“Donde hay? Cuantos kilometros?”
I’ve just eaten a wonderful tarta frita (sopapilla) and had a nice hot cup of cafe con leche at a gas station with no gas. We’ve travelled 140 miles on the current tank, and have 81 miles to go before a station that, allegedly, will have gas. It //should// be fine…
It was, more or less. We ran out of main fifty miles out, and I slowed to 50 mph to conserve.