Day 2

The day two had a strange beginning... To start, I woke up at 5 am, thinking about leaving at 6, but it wat dark night still... so i stayed lying down until the sunrise... asleep.. at 7am ithe raindrops over the tent's roof awaked me... I thought it was a lost day, but it only rained for  15 minutes, so I decided to prepare my breakfast while I wait:

some mates with cereal cookies, fruit salad and some other stuff I don't remember now,whatever, the important thing is to recover energy in order to hit the road. While i was preparing this and my stool was getting broken, sprawling me all over the tent floor, I get out and analyze the day,how it was to continue, when I met Pedro, actually Peter, A German man that was also travelling, but in a van. Slowly, without rush but without pause, I dismounted my camp and I went to buy some stuff, when I found out that the truck driver's union was on strike all day long... so, I couldn't get supplies, just water, that¿'s how i got back to the road, without issues, until Mercedes. On the way, I stopped next to the Norberto Napolitano; "Pappo" monument, made in the place where he died by falling down of his motorcycle... and then, Mercedes.
In this city I found some stores that weren't on strike, so I could get my supplies, and even a homemade salami!

 It might be the destiny, because I stopped by coincidence in this store because of the road sign that was offering salamis and cheese, and just 5 minutes after I get into the store,it started to rain again. The guy that was working at the store,
Agustín, allowed me to stay in there until the rain stops, and gave me some plastic bags to protect my load, further, he provided me with an electric plug to charge my phone. while the rainstorm was passing by, we talked a few about a lot of things, my trip, his business... and avter thanking his gentleness and hospitality... I get on the road again...
Finally I left Mercedes behind, and reached "La picada", a gas station with restaurant 20 kilometers away from Mercedes, where I found a good meal, consisted of 12 empanadas,  and chat with people who was working there and passing by.. some people in car, and trucks taking diesel for the day after the strike...here, in this remote place, 10km away from Suipacha, I get a phone call that forced me to suspend the trip and get back to Buenos Aires.

 Hopefully, I could let the "convoy" in Mercedes,  so the way back was faster, in public transport... That's how ended the 2nd day, waiting to continue it,until I complete it. no matter if it rains, snows or thunders!!!