10 days of a relatively placid routine. Maybe too repetitive, focused on knowing people and socializing… games, guitar deliria, becoming the best client of the vegetarian restaurant. Movies with Johanna (met her in San Juan). Chess games and guitar duets with Rafa [es]. Days and nights with… lots of people. The Karinas [ar|us], Shawn [us], Suresh [uk], Vicky [ar], Andrea [ca], Ariel [ar], Rachelle [us], et cetera (it’s better to refer to the page ‘faces’).
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Córdoba brings along a lot of new expectations, great after the tiring and -in the end- less than seductive Mendoza. Though I guess everything is going to work in the same direction, because, in the end, is just another city.
Mendoza. It all starts with Florence [nl] not being my potential muse anymore, and my conscious rejection of shallow and silly teenagers… and it’s not about the age. It continues with an altruistic invitation to a BBQ from Ángela [ar], and, in the BBQ, a long and interesting conversation with Andrea [ar]. Yes, that name, again… with a similar ending.
Mendoza, too many nights in Arístides Villanueva. Blurrily meeting more people, and the creation of another self-destructive ‘OH team’, with Maura [it] and Tito [es]. Also the confrontation with the manager at Campo Base (a real asshole), that made me decide changing hostels. Selling bracelets and drinking wine in Plaza de Italia. Then it came a cold… intense, kept me in bed for almost 2 days. And now it’s time to leave, as everything’s gone.
Just arrived to Mendoza. Let’s see what future brings…
Yesterday, saturday, there was a BBQ (asado) at ‘Club Hostel’, where I’m staying. After my last asado in this hostel, and induced by my vegetarian intentions, I refused to take part in it. Anyway, I just bought some food and join the asado, where I talked mainly with Leo [cl] and Rafa [cl]. It was a strange days, one of a few, in which I just got to sleep soon. The reasons: tiredness, not very promising conversations, and there were no girls (it’s shallow, I know, but still counts as a factor).
Eduardo is a positively mild, retired mexican. When he was sleeping, he snored in a weird way. I woke up, late, at noon. Bautista and Julie is a french couple that has been travelling with their tandem bike for more than a year, in a notoriously long honeymoon. They were complaining about missing a bag with a camera. The girl that was in charge of the hostel at that time was worried. She said, immediately, that a similar thing happened in the contiguous room.
Through the subsequent minutes, additional information was being revealed. Kevin, an irish guy, naive and prone to smile, also had ‘lost’ his digital camera. Then I check everything, and my two valuables were still there: the reflex camera in the well-locked locker, and the other, relatively cheap camera, disguised in a Marlboro Lights box, in the lower bed, the middle bed of a 3-bed bunk. Jorge [cl], another camera and a mp4 player. He went to sleep soon, also. Some other items ‘disappeared’.
After a little bit more than an hour, we went to make an statement at the police station, me and Carlo [ar] acting as translators. We knew that the first suspect had become obviously guilty, considering the events that happened. A person that booked in as Juan Єυtriaη (clearly a fake name). He is fat, has moustache, with a porteño (from Buenos Aires) accent. I was talking to him and playing chess (he was such a lousy player…) on Friday, when he started talking shit, like he being a pilot -while he didn’t know how to convert feet to metres. I didn’t trust him, specially when I was acting as a translation bridge between him and Kevin. He seemed dodgy. But what was about to unfold wasn’t that predictable. He went to buy cigarettes at 6am and never returned.
That morning, Eduardo looked like a zombie. I thought… that it wasn’t just a hangover, that he had consumed -voluntarily- some strong drugs the night before.
After the Kevin’s statement, the police decided to go to the hostel, to end the reports and look for evidences. It seemed strange, but there was an easy explanation: Kevin said in the statement that he saw ‘Juan’ pouring some powder in the beer. He though it was toqra (a compound that is used while chewing coca leaves) or something like that. Big mistake. A lot of the people staying in both rooms where druged: Eduardo, Leo, Rafa, Kevin. They were all worn out, with hard headaches and balance losses. A policeman said that it was a criminal technique mostly used by girls.
They took pictures and fingerprints, and more information poured through, about how this criminal won the trust of the people around and drug them. He had been very silent in our room, because the french couple went to sleep before me (so they didn’t had any drug), and still he robbed the cameras of the mexican and the frenchs.
They’re still making the statement. “Qué rata hijo de puta”, I hear… and I agree, you just have to look the face of Eduardo, that should go to the doctor. It’s not about robbing, it’s about the filthy method used, revealing that the subject is nothing more than a snake. Apparently, his real name is Henry.
Whatever, he isn’t very clever, because a picture of him could be recovered. Let’s see if they push the investigation forward, or they just forget about this whole story. I you meet him, you know what to do. Is no joke… would karma act?
High waters, swollen rivers prevent the short trek to San Isidro -with the only option of going through the mountain, that would consume more time than I had.
Swollen rivers that caused problems when trying to flee out of the town. 2 kilometres with more than a burden, trying to reach the bus. Almost lost the next bus, but that one was also delayed.
In Jujuy, night with Juan [ar] the untrusty lier, Jorge [uy] the unfriendly worker, Jorge [cl] the calmed chilean. Ah, and the drunk german girl in charge of breaking glasses.