This writer and her family went on an adventure-filled 4,000km road trip in the Land of Silver. Did she go loco in Argentina?
THERE’S nothing quite like getting behind the wheel, activating the GPS and finding a new place to explore, in a foreign country. There’s freedom and flexibility to meander and mingle, and to get far from the madding crowd of tour buses.
We’ve experienced the narrow winding road to Hana, Maui, reached the Mauna Kea Summit, Hawaii, at 4,205m above sea level and spent three weeks exploring the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico – all on rented wheels. There was no terrain too rough, no road too winding and no destination off-limits: Have wheels, will travel.
I believed this held true – until Argentina.
Easily eight times larger than the whole of Malaysia, the fastest way to get from one province to another is by air. Otherwise it would mean spending long hours and even days on a bus, a popular choice among travellers.
We decided to fly and drive. We would pick up our rental car from the airport and drop it off the same way. Even then, driving within the area could easily take up the entire day, and some roads are notorious for being narrow, winding and unpaved.
Full-day drives on gravel roads, with two kids – could we be out of our wits?