Snapshots from a journey , which lasted from 14 December to 5. January. It took place in the same worn himmelfrakken that we have here, but with a totally different pulse in the incision and the battle. A completely different. With a completely different spice, glance, tone, serenity, madness, and what might be called life as loffer on the first class.
But, no, it was not danced a single tight tango in Buenos Aires, but it was (shhh) eaten steaks and it was drunk amounts of red wine that keeps well so good quality as the best from abroad in the south of Europe. Give me wine, give me strength, give me the happy hour, give me freedom, justice and a bottle to is The kind.
We were also in the quite so rough Boca region of Buenos Aires where we of course saw a Maradona look-a-like who took some pesos to be photographed. River Plate go home. We were not tough enough to be there in the evening, the age gives me anxiety and cowardice, unfortunately. An easy switch. We were in San Telmo, great, but here was a Swedish tourist shot ipå the street while we were there. Huff.
And, we ate (hush) steak again and lived in an area of the city which is one of the most exciting we have experienced in a long time. We saw not a single charging point for electric vehicles anywhere, but we felt the choking exhaust that was spewed out from the city's many buses. Exhaust, plus 28, and poems by Kjartan Fløgstad. The latter is the Norwegian with a good ankerfest in this city. Here it is wealth and extreme poverty. Modern city. Streets wide as the sea. Jorge Luis Borges for peace.
Yes, it is hard times in Argentina and perhaps worse is that in the entire region now that an openly ytrehøyrepsyko has taken over in Brazil. Horror in wait, just wait.
Enjoy a completely different place too since we were in Bolivia to visit the world's finest konefamilie. Nice & sad. Long time since last.
A small landlocked country now more and more vanstyres of the former so popular, Evo Morales, from the outer left. He is now called to the Emperor after that several times he has tampered with the constitution to continue to be president.
Now he been since 2006. People who wholeheartedly supported him hates him now and is concerned that he is running the country in the ditch as a new Venezuela. Kokainturismen – and its economy is also on the growing front.
His own indigenous people are struggling, hungry, and on hunger strike, while among other things, he spends money on the symbols as the new artificial turf. In addition to a pointless lawsuit to win back a lost coast from neighbouring Chile.
we talked , from different walks of life, do not like how he and his government now controls. It brewing several thousand metres above sea level, where it is also quiet, it is claimed that some of his followers commit egregious misdeeds against the people who are opposed to the Evo. So this might be called the beginning of a new dictatorship.
But, Bolivia! A country that we can't say other than that we love with all our old heart. However, Morales may be the new Daniel Ortega says a woman who serves tea of coca leaves and provides us with delicious mango and small bananas and kaktusblomsterfrukt from strøkne and important and we need to take care of the Amazon. We send anytime greeting cards with hearts back to you and asks for refills of chili and tomatoes, mixed together so all meals are a feast of strength.
PS: We were also a svipptur with the boat in Uruguay, where we put a visit to a cafe in Montevideo to drink water and tea. Plustelig we found out that this was the stamstedet to the great, late author, commentator and journalist, Eduardo Galeano. We lit the peace over his memory in sun and shadow. And, then, we have not forgotten that we as a ørretfisker in a river on the way up towards greatness, Aconcagua, which stands 6 961 meters above sea level. Trout fishing in Argentina, lovely. He sat in a campingstol, in bare-chested, right there in the river. With a fly rod.
Andes is a screwball and dangerous friend, but is it really a kondor?