Well, just like the build up to that hurried kiss behind the school shed in Year Six, all the excitement has come to something which is less than life changing. The camera men told me that my poor little photo box needed parts from the US, which would take a week to arrive. So still no photos... a fact about which I am somewhat miffed.
Anyhow, one needs to pull one´s self up by the boatstraps and soldier on. Less than ten days till lift off to North America, which I have come to terms with and am ready for. And for some strange reason I am very much looking forward to getting behind the wheel of a car. Mexico will not know what hit it. I am going to refrain from wearing kilts though.
New Years was spent on a bus. Party on! But regardless of my own lameness, I take the opportunity to wish you all a happy new year and the best of luck for the coming months.
Rock and Roll well into 2007
Paddy
Showing posts with label Salta. Show all posts
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Monday, January 01, 2007
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Full Circle.
Well, it has been a little while since my last entry, and I have moved a fair way, physically, mentally and of course spiritually. As I write this missive, it is midnight Saturday and I am in the very leafy Argentine border town of Mendonza.
Hold on, I hear you all say, Paddy, did you say Saturday night? Why are you not out on the town, touring the local hotspots, wowing the local women and generally being the well dressed stud that we all know you to be?
Well, I would like to think of some excuse, but the truth is I am just tired. Came down on a bus today, from the equally lovely town of Salta in the north of Argentina. This place is lovely but should be famous for nothing other than its empanadas! Oh dear god, these things are incredible, it is like there is a party in your mouth and the Queen has just slapped Elvis with a smoked trout, while the Beatles are facing off with the the editorial team from Press Gang in a match of Curling. Suffice to say, the empanananananadas are truly fantastic, but I think the best thing is that they know how to do cheese here. Bolivia and Peru were lovely but their dairy products on the whole, were tasteless, soft and came in tins.
The meat is equally as incredible, and it does not seem to be uncommon here to order a whole cow delivered to your table. It really is quite juicy, tender and all round tasty. Truth is the food is the thing that has impressed me most about Argentina. Not that Peru and Bolivia were bad, just that, they were not... great Here in Argentina it is just a different world of quality and quantity. I love it, it makes me happy, it gives me faith in... stuff. Argentina feels just like Europe except that everything is pleasently cheap. (I have the economic crisis of the late 90's to thank for that, so maybe I should be a bit more sensitive)
But yes, I have, at some time in this blog entry, attempt to make the title relevant to the babble within it. You see, the thing is, tomorrow, I go back to Santiago Chile, where this journey began. And I must say that I am quite looking forward to it. Aside from the obvious excitement of the Shakira concert, it will be nice to catch up with old friends. I also get to attend a birthday party in the next few days which is always fun.
It does mean however, that the Sth American stage of this epic journey is fast drawing to its close. While I am sure that Mexico and Canada will be equally exciting, it does fill me with asense of sadness. But hey, there is still just on two months to enjoy the spacious surrounds of this, the other great Southern Continent. So stayed tuned, as I keep on peddling.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
Hold on, I hear you all say, Paddy, did you say Saturday night? Why are you not out on the town, touring the local hotspots, wowing the local women and generally being the well dressed stud that we all know you to be?
Well, I would like to think of some excuse, but the truth is I am just tired. Came down on a bus today, from the equally lovely town of Salta in the north of Argentina. This place is lovely but should be famous for nothing other than its empanadas! Oh dear god, these things are incredible, it is like there is a party in your mouth and the Queen has just slapped Elvis with a smoked trout, while the Beatles are facing off with the the editorial team from Press Gang in a match of Curling. Suffice to say, the empanananananadas are truly fantastic, but I think the best thing is that they know how to do cheese here. Bolivia and Peru were lovely but their dairy products on the whole, were tasteless, soft and came in tins.
The meat is equally as incredible, and it does not seem to be uncommon here to order a whole cow delivered to your table. It really is quite juicy, tender and all round tasty. Truth is the food is the thing that has impressed me most about Argentina. Not that Peru and Bolivia were bad, just that, they were not... great Here in Argentina it is just a different world of quality and quantity. I love it, it makes me happy, it gives me faith in... stuff. Argentina feels just like Europe except that everything is pleasently cheap. (I have the economic crisis of the late 90's to thank for that, so maybe I should be a bit more sensitive)
But yes, I have, at some time in this blog entry, attempt to make the title relevant to the babble within it. You see, the thing is, tomorrow, I go back to Santiago Chile, where this journey began. And I must say that I am quite looking forward to it. Aside from the obvious excitement of the Shakira concert, it will be nice to catch up with old friends. I also get to attend a birthday party in the next few days which is always fun.
It does mean however, that the Sth American stage of this epic journey is fast drawing to its close. While I am sure that Mexico and Canada will be equally exciting, it does fill me with asense of sadness. But hey, there is still just on two months to enjoy the spacious surrounds of this, the other great Southern Continent. So stayed tuned, as I keep on peddling.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
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