Between mud and sand

 

Ladies and gentlemen, in today's play we have a tragicomedy like those of yesteryear, this story of mud and sand starts like this.

Ironically one of the best vacations is one of the most tragic and improvised of all that I can even remember, but it was in the "end" that everything started to turn into an adventure.

With all my family we went to San Martín, Argentina for the Summer of 2014 or 2015, I don't really remember the year but I will never forget everything that happened.

The night before our return to Chile it rained enough to bring down the first domino in the chain and the next morning at the border it was impossible for us to advance the remaining shorts 5-10 km  of the route, because we were stranded and stuck in mud, between two countries for about 30 minutes trying to get the wheels out of the mud with logs and pushing until we gave up and had to go back to Junín de los Andes (the closest city) but it couldn't be easy.

On the way back to the Argentine border, we felt like the car hit the ground and forced us to stop to check, what we saw was the tire like this:

Although thanks to this we discovered something worse ... while we changed the tire we saw drops of benzine fall to the ground and my mother told us to chew gum to cover the opening, while we tried to repair the opening of the gasoline tank and change the tire a family Argentine French stopped and ended up helping us, after the provisional arrangements we arrived in the city and after a night at the mechanic we were ready to go back to Chile and to our house.

I would love to say that the misadventures ended and we arrived safely in Santiago, but it was not like that.

When we crossed the border by another pass and arrived in Pucón we got together with some friends of the family and had lunch together, about 3 hours later we returned to the market where we parked the car and we only saw the firefighters and police, like a multitude of people surrounding the entire place ... the gasoline tank had dripped again and they began to fill all around with sand to avoid any tragedy.

The return was delayed a week that we spent in a camping with the friends of the family next to a lake in Lican ray.

After all, not everything was so bad, we appeared in the newspaper and extended the holidays for another week, but I would not like to repeat it.

Never force a climb into the mud, it could save you from huge embarrassment and possible accident.