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Ummm, where did the year go? One minute I’m swinging an all-too-indolent backside in a hammock, next thing I know I’m home and dry. So what about the last two weeks? Well with little under a fortnight left, finally I flew out of Colombia - with virtually no doubt, the most phenomenal place I will ever go - and flew straight to Buenos Aires for one last stab at becoming the youngest man in history ever to contract gout.

And I'm Spent!

Graham Perkins
2006-10-07 12:27:32

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Ummm, where did the year go? One minute I’m swinging an all-too-indolent backside in a hammock, next thing I know I’m home and dry. So what about the last two weeks? Well with little under a fortnight left, finally I flew out of Colombia - with virtually no doubt, the most phenomenal place I will ever go - and flew straight to Buenos Aires for one last stab at becoming the youngest man in history ever to contract gout.

Truth is, my outlook unexpectedly changed after the flight; following 11½ months travelling, under two weeks from home and already having started missing Colombia I found myself idling, just readying myself for my return.

In a bid to minimise this final blog entry’s waffle - and at the expense of any coherent, eloquent justification, check out this one-sided inference of the people of Buenos Aires: They’re all rubbish! Their condescending attitudes and stuck-up ways are every bit as intolerable as the rest of the country’s population will have you believe. And if they’re going to carry on bringing up the fucking Falklands they might do better at least to take the time to learn an accurate account of their history.
There! A wholly irrefutable indictment of 15m people if ever there was one. Shit, I’m waffling again, aren’t I?

Stayed in Lime House, a relaxing hostel with a good mix of decent people, one of whom was Lyda, a lone Colombian traveller. A new best friend, hurrah! I just carried on talking and acting as if I’d never even climbed on that plane... chevere...!

Additionally Silvina, a lovely Argy I’d met while visiting El Bolsón five months earlier (“Land of Milk and Honeys”) was very keen to get nice and friendly with me and show me Buenos Aires which thankfully went a long way to offsetting my own lethargy. I mean, bless her, she chose to work 35 hours a week so she could study full time at uni without having to rely on her parents and whenever she had time ...