There are no Pokémon in Buenos Aires. Continue reading “Taking A Look”
Six hours after getting off the plane in Buenos Aires, I went on a pub crawl.
So begins the next leg of my journey. Buenos Aires translates either to “good airs” or “fair winds,” depending on which translation you trust. As a traveler, fair winds are a good omen. I feel like I’m in the right place. Continue reading “Buenos Dias, Buenos Aires”
“You only do two days. The day you come in, and the day you get out.” (quote from The Wire)
If I only remember two days in Chile, let them be the first and the last. Of the three weeks I spent here, the weather was best on those two days. Temperatures in the 60s, and sunshine. Continue reading “Adios, Chile”
I miss the quiet of the road. Continue reading “Reflections”
The skies are gray and overcast in central Chile. Which makes sense, when I think about it, as I’m getting into the latitudes south of the Equator that roughly correspond to the areas between San Francisco and Seattle on the north side. I’m not going to verify that claim, so feel free to dispute it if you like. Continue reading “Southern Comfort”
I like to imagine what Chile’s Central Valley looked like before humans found it.
Wide, blue rivers cutting swaths across green landscapes, bordered by whitecapped mountains. The whole place gives the impression of a huge fortress. Continue reading “The Valley”