Graham’s thumb barely protrudes from his side, but that’s all it takes for homelady to slam on her brakes, open her car door, and ask us if we want a ride.
Yes, please, we will gladly enter the warmth of your vehicle for a jaunt into town.
Because, we, dear friends, are on a mission to do take advantage of being tourists, which means using the free slips of hot cocoa the boat people hand out for a big belly warm up.
First, though, is our hitch hiking experience, which, although mini in the grand scheme of distances, is pretty sweet and immediate. We hear South America is a hitch-hikers paradise, especially for getting south into Patagonia, and so now, we test and try.
Success, and our kind driver lady takes us all the way into town, a perfect drop off for hot chocolate and a local cookie the likes of a marshmallow puff meets a twix meets a brownie–chocolate base, dulce de leche, marshmallows, all covered in crispy dark chocolate.
Dulce de leche, I see you working your magic on me already.
Gracias, Laguna Negra.