Almost an hour later we get off the highway again and get out of the car. Usual procedure: Trunk lid open, closed, open – still a sweater missing – close. Above us a starry sky, as you just can’t experience in the city. I rarely peed with such a beautiful view.
Everyone is tired now. It’s my turn to drive and Marie sits next to me on the driver’s seat and falls asleep shortly after. (Almost) without major incidents, I cruise along the Argentine road listening to techno beats – oh yeah. Everyone sleeps until I mistake a mailbox for a speed camera and slow down a bit. At this point, I realize that it may be time for another driver change. I show the almost empty tank as a reason to stop at the gas station and now Julian can play the chauffeur again. I can’t think anymore at that time. I fall asleep after three seconds and only wake up when we arrive.