Archive for category: Argentina
The first day, I slept. The bad thing about waking up late and rested is that there are few things you can do in a city which don’t involve alcohol. Thus, with Steffi [de], it was demonstrated how drinking can produce some erratic behaviours related to relations. Some of them known previously. But there also was an intermittently dialogue with Ozal [us], Misha ‘the supplier’ [dk], and the stunning Janine [ca].
The second day, on Saturday, I was a bit more active… I reserved a bus for Montevideo, at least. The night, with a similar weather to that on the previous day (rain), was enjoyable, though we didn’t leave hostel. With Silvina [ar], and her two friends, and the hen party, and other people of easy laughter (don’t ask why).
Sunday was fun. The morning with Silvina [ar], and afternoon with Ana [ar]. Diversion until the bus.
The day I left Córdoba was as asfixiating as the day I arrived there. Though they said 39ºC (102ºF), it seemed much more, probably due to humidity. I left a city crowded with university students, girls with breast implants and aesthetic obsession, eternal night life, traffic and sun, et cetera. During that two weeks of an endless summer, we drank and made some ‘random metal’.
After 22 hours in a bus, where the overuse of the air conditioned and the weariness affected me in some strange ways, I arrived to Córdoba.
(And here I do restart the haiku mode)
S15. ‘La psicosis del demoño’
S16. The cold (or flu) and the films.
M17. Quilmes, bites and the gump nightmare.
T18. The 371 connection, Argentina in googlemaps (finally). Empanadas and Natalia’s apartment.
W19. Moving house.
T20. The decisions and the ‘ya fue‘. Jazz and other drugs at the 9’90.
F21. ‘Choripan metal’. Comedy and comics. Freakpoints at the last bar. Disco.
S22. Recovering. Girls, some of them lovely, others despicable and disposable.
The same group formed the day before succeeded in a harder and more tiring task: the ascent to Cerro Escalonado. We trekked (and sometimes climbed) up to 1980 meters. Slippery stone, paranoia, splinters and inactive lifts. And the dogs, always there, as company and real mountaineers.
Later, Fernet and paraguayan.
After leaving El Bolsón, I headed north. After a short stop at Bariloche and some hours in a bus, I arrived to San Martín de los Andes and with it came an ‘asado’ in the hostel. Don’t talk with israelis, not of that.
Next day, along with Rodrigo [ar], Ramiro [ar], Pedro [es/ch] and Paula [ar], I went to the Bandurrias pinnacle. After that, we almost got lost and stumbled upon ‘playa Islita’.
Pasta from Peter [ch] the cook and his ‘world with scabies, world without law’.
We crossed to Argentina through the Futaleufú pass. After having a meal, talking with my intestines, and finding a bus from Esquel to El Bolsón, I bid Ricardo and Edu farewell. Arrived to El Bolsón and went directly to the hostel I was in months ago.
Next day (7), it was raining too much to do something interesting… Will I take a decent picture of El Bolsón, sometime?