Bussy goodness.

Well, as you may be aware, I need to essentially traverse half of this continent in order to make it to Santa Cruz in Bolivia to catch my ride to the Northern half of the globe. So at some stage I going to have to end my crusade south (I mean crusade in a sense totally unrelated from anything war-ry or holy. Just so you know) and turn around.

Well, sad as it may seem, that day has come (´cause I know you have all been following my progress with vivid interest - sighing and screaming at the appropriate moments - wishing there were commercials so you could take bathroom breaks without missing any of the action). Tomorrow I get on a bus to blaze a trail towards Buenos Aires. Which sounds fine, except when you consider that this will take 2 and a half days. Now, I have become accustomed to such wince-inducing travel action in the last 10 months, this is still somewhat of a record.

Accordingly I have stopped in the personality deficient town of Rio Gallegos to go in search of a few good books, a blankie, and maybe even a few good Cosmos or Cleos. Because nothing makes time fly quite like a woman´s magazine directed at mid to late teens. Who doesn´t want to know 15 ways to sizzle in the sack? Not me!

The glacier by the way was very impressive and very icy. A 60 metre wall of solid rising up in front of you really does provoke feelings of awe and wonder. It would have made for quite a few good photos as well, but you already know the situation in that department.

Counting down to the end of South American time now. But Mexico still to come. Doing a bit of a road trip thing with the indubitably lovely Alison Packam. Then Canada to settle down and ...work... again. This is a concept which due to popular opinion, I still vaguely understand.

Rock and Roll.

Paddy