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Category Archives: On the move.
It was an invitation that took us back south. In Buenos Aires Anna became Anita, una amiga de un amigo in the old world, and uniting our ties we became friends. A nearly native expat, switching between languages like an actress does roles, … Continue reading
So, bringing two trips into parallel now as Bariloche twice led to El Bolson. Neighbouring towns with opposing ideologies. Bariloche the richman’s playground. Ski-ing, chalets and 5* hotels mix reluctantly with classes of rowdy 18-year-olds celebrating the end of their … Continue reading
With the sun set and moon full in the sky Shireen and I found a log with two Porteño boys and began warming up with their native tipple, Fernet and Coke and our contribution of shoddy Smirnoff Vodka and naranja … Continue reading
The world stands to reason here in the southern hemisphere, where the moon tells no lies, waxing and waning, Creciente y Decreciente. Perhaps drawn to this lunatic logic, Shireen and I made our way from Bariloche to a nearby campsite … Continue reading
Barry Loch? I imagine a Scottish builder knocking together a European alpine retreat around a pretty lake in the heart of Patagonia, playful analogisms, or faux-amis for the French – finding fickle familiarity in foreignness. Apparently there is no brave … Continue reading
Argentines abbreviate. SM de los Andes. SadoMasochist, San Martin? A man with an anthem… in his triumphal journey, San Martín. San Martín, the lord of war, by secret choice of God, was great when the Sun was shining on him, … Continue reading