As per my continuing travels in Argentina, I´ve written a second letter to the compadres (which I must say was rather difficult on a barely functioning Argentine keyboard):
Hello again,
The waterfalls at Iguazu were pretty rad but not quite as exciting as
the soccer match between Buca and Guatalahara in which a player, as he
was escorted by a barrage of swat members who deflected the oncoming
projectiles of the crowd, was punched in the face by a disgruntled
fan. I got substantially drunk with some brits who had made the match
into a drinking game in which every foul called was event enough for a
drink. When the game was finally cancelled due to the rioting fans we
decided that we all needed to finish our beers, and hit the bars.
Later I toured the city with some aussies who might as well have
spoken spanish because half the lingo they used came across as
absolute gibberish to me. I took a bus to Cordoba which was delayed a
good three hours (making it a total of 36) due to riots breaking out
in a small town over gas prices. But from what I´ve heard its much
more low key here as is in some of the neighboring countries in which
you can´t even cross the border. I´ll probably be taking a bus
farther south to Mendoza (where I´m told there are some amazing
wineries) either tonight or tommarrow morning.
Laters,
Dave
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