February 9 was the birthday of Franca. It all started from there ...
A simple trip to the province Pilar, near San Antonio de Areco, about two hours away from Capital Federal. A trip to celebrate and pass well, few things with us, just to spend the night. Trip that ended with a trip instead of 3267 km.
improvised around 15 days for Argentina.
We spent the evening with a few friends, eating a mouthful in order then to find Escobar Pilar in the night, in a lost province, waiting for the team that would have taken home in France. The first collective profit was at 1:45 at night and it was the 23. 2 hours and 45 minutes later! Nice shot!
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eat an ice cream, we drink a beer to kill time, but more than two hours are long to fill ... Understand that move, here, is not just something in the middle of a point A and B, but it's life. Times are so long that in the meantime, people live, things happen, life happens. So, after the beer sit on the edge of the dusty road to Pilar, stray dogs pass us by, do not seem aggressive, look at us and leave us there while we tell the story, and we wait, and wait, and we laugh and we always know a bit 'more. Until the team arrives and takes us back home ... A night mate will talk to other company.
The next day you decide to pass it to San Antonio de Areco, in Rio. A picnic at the water's edge, under the shade of trees, few people, little noise, Children and teens playing in the river current. Risa.
The return time was approaching slowly, but still too fast for the good that was. A little 'joke a bit' I do not remember how the idea of \u200b\u200bno return ... to continue in the direction of Cordoba, passing Sarmiento where some acquaintances. I had no commitments in Buenos Aires, the response of the last interview did not come before next week, so I was told. So I was free. And so it was.
Back to Solisr, let's go buy something to eat. Walk two squares of the field to reach the nearest kiosk. Two square field, surrounded by darkness one night and a place with no lights. The sky is black, black and chock full of stars.
After eating, the cake begins to pull out Franca stuff from early to make the journey, a skirt, some shirts, a suit (which you never know), a shirt and pants. It seems that we may have nothing, and it seems that tomorrow we really ...
And we left!
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After eating, the cake begins to pull out Franca stuff from early to make the journey, a skirt, some shirts, a suit (which you never know), a shirt and pants. It seems that we may have nothing, and it seems that tomorrow we really ...
And we left!
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Serminto Directorate, the first stage, where we bought a couple of Alpargatas, and away again ...
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3267 km, even more ...
with only two small backpacks, without a map with no idea where to go, via Cordoba, Mina Clavero, Mendoza, San Rafael, a trip to Villa Grande to finish later in Mar del Plata.
Passing from one star hotel, a tent, cabaña at home, on a night bus ... improvising from time to time fate.
Passing from one star hotel, a tent, cabaña at home, on a night bus ... improvising from time to time fate.
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