My workbench

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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Hitching in Argentina- First Impressions

From my friend's apartment, i decided to walk instead of hunt through the busses to get to the hitchspot which I had picked out the  prior evening.  Shirtless, dripping in sweat, I arrived approximately 5 kilometers later.  The hitching sucked.  The bathroom had no toilet paper.  It was hot, and even cardboard for a sign was difficult to find.  I decided to walk.
     A few hundred meters down the road, by a stoplight, a car pulled over with it's entire passenger side caved in.  The driver waved me over to the seat behind him.  Trusting tht whatever had transpired to cause such damage was not under his control, I hopped in.  The air was stale and hot.  The man spoke no English, but told me that he was going to Batan, about a dozen kilometers down the road.  There are less cars there, and the people are richer, so they speak a little bit of English.  He wished me a good trip as he sped off, leaving me to marvel at the quiet, dusty road I was to travel down to reach my destination...

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