The spanish version of Unbreak My Heart, for the record, is equally awe-inspiring. and not just if youre dehydrated at a gas station strewn with fantastical dead beetles.
If you hang out on a corner for long enough in the US of A, you are loitering. If you hang out on a corner for long enough in Rufino Argentina, you are offered free, cozy, private lodgings in a cabin in the middle of the city park. You are also offered (and accept) salad from the local metal heads.
Christmas eve in Laboulaye. A schoolhouse with bunk beds. ah bunkbeds. We shared sweet bread and chanpagne with our neighbors, went to catholic mass (hooyah), and were propositioned by drunk 15 year olds. Christmas day at the town pool, the owner of which let us in for free. This apparently comes naturally to us. The rest of the day was spent on the road, arriving in General Levalle, camping for free on a gorgeous lake. I guess it was ok if you like that sort of thing.
We now rest our heads in Justo Daract, where there is the luxury of internet and vaseline (oh vaseline.)
On to Mercedes and San Juan, where we hope to lodge for the new year.
Yeah, well, you try and write something interesting after riding 120 km in a headwind. That´s what i thought.
