Monassa

In Travel in interior Argentine by Bike on Summer, under a burning sun, I read yesterday Argentine's Newspaper, it was the worst dryness of local since it's been measured, 41 degrees was marked: - Dios Mio ! I thought I was in Africa. My potable water, I mean my hot water was undrinkable for quench my terrible thirst, no one gas station, no one drink bar, neither artesian well. A Few days ago, I had met 3 Argentine guys pedalling as me whom were used Mexican hat. They was pedalling to another direction, where there are inhabited city on the way. They invited me, but I refused, I had scheduled. Latterly, regret it. Some km after. God is so generous, it came drizzle, the rain refreshed me, I just had started to be afraid of light, one of them fell a few meters of me. There was only field until the eyes could achieve, and I kept pedalling, but the frequency of lighting had increased, but fortunately, I saw shack into the ranch. I clapped once, twice, I was dreading to enter without permission, I had already seen some warning signs. I thought worse, this situation reminds me a guy hold the rifle to protect his farm, spite of that, I entered into fancy border. Soon as I get in at Hall, the light on in the shack, for my surprised appeared a fat boy topless, and before ask me something, I answered the whys, he made to doesn't understand face, and enter back, few seconds, show the mother of boy, I replied fast as I can, but she returned back as well: - who is the next ? Patriarchal family, fat short guy topless, he was slight calm, but in a strong voice talked to me. I explained again my reasons, and replied me: - Do not worry ! The rain gone far, back to the rail, heat go back to disturbing me, but that time my thirst joins with hungry, and the hot road took my breath away, the counter wind worked as brake. I was very tired. A few hours late, I felt the last breath leave when I saw another shack. I down from my bike drags it few meters until shack. There was one desk, one branch, and ... an Ice bottled water on the desk at the empty room. Suddenly appeared guy from in end door room: - Buenas Tardes. I can't remember what I stuttered, but I really fixed my eyes at the bottle, and I followed every single drop slide until the wet mark on the desk. Argentine guy seeing slim decrepit sunburn skin cycletourist appeared starve, carrying a lot of stuff on the bike, he offered me some bread and water : - do you wanna... ?