Puerto Madryn, ArgentinaI’m not sure how people live in Buenos Aires. If I lived my entire life in B.A. I would surely be dead by now from partying too hard. No matter how hard you try you can’t help but go out at night and then wake up in the afternoon dehydrated and not wanting [...]
Puerto Madryn, Argentina
I’m not sure how people live in Buenos Aires. If I lived my entire life in B.A. I would surely be dead by now from partying too hard. No matter how hard you try you can’t help but go out at night and then wake up in the afternoon dehydrated and not wanting to move.
The fresh air, amazing sights and hiking in Patagonia will surely do me some good and maybe my body will finish processing those last few bottles of wine and pints of beer. To get to the northeastern edge of Patagonia involved a twenty hour bus ride on ‘El Penguino’. After Puerto Madryn I’ll have another 30 hours or so of bus rides in the next week before heading back north again. The amounty of ground to cover in South America is absolutely huge. The good news is that the long bus rides are done on luxurious double decker buses.
In my first hours on the ‘guino I was subjected to ‘The Indestructables’. Amazingly, they played the movie in English so I watched and found the key elements needed to make an amazingly bad movie.
1. A plot consisting of ‘Good Americans’ overthrowing a military dictatorship in some nondescript Spanish speaking country.
2. Explosions. Lots of them.
3. Over-their-prime action movie stars covered in tattoos.
4. Lots of riding around on motor cycles.
5. And, of course, Sylvester Stallone starring in the lead role.
I found the remarkably indistinct landscape on the eastern side of Argentina more interesting. Kilometer one is indistinguishable from kilometer 1,000. The land is flat and seems to extend forever. Waist-high, green-brown, shrubs cover the rocky gray soil. With no reason to alter its course the road extends straight out to the horizon. The only features dotting the landscape are the telephone poles that alternate between the left and right side of the road. It’s strange to see land that’s so barren and void of anything. No trees, houses, farming, or hills. Just a road that leads down south to the bottom of the world.
A landscape that is remarkably void of anything