At the risk of sounding like a pretentious knobber, comng back to Buenos Aires really felt like coming home. Mexico was my favourite holidaying place (sorry Sonia, Colombia comes a close second) but Argentina is the place that I'd emigrate to. They just know how to do things right, from the buses, food and wine, to the food and wine on the buses. The mosquitoes really know how to bite. My hand and wrist have swollen due to a couple of nasty ones. It's strange as it's so cold here, and I wasn't bothered this much even in the Colombian jungle.Last night as I was walking home I witnessed a tramp having a wank in a large, glass fronted, very well lit ATM cubical.
2 comments:
Is that English?
"glass fronted, very well ATM cubical."
There was supposed to be a "lit" in there somewhere.
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