the celt
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Hola Lads& Ladies,
Well heres me wee report, I have just arrived at a place called Tilcara which is about 60 miles from the Bolivian border. I had spent two days at San Lorenzo which is just outside Salta, San Lorenzo is the Argentine answer to Beverly Hills. It was like being in a movie, I have never seen so many beautiful women and I was in the middle of them all with my poor spainish which is a bit like "me Tarzan you Jane" but it seems to work
But only 15km down the road you have the slums of Salta, at traffic lights you have kids cleaning car windows for pence some as young as six or seven. There was this kid the other day, he was no more than seven wearing an Argentine football shirt with more holes in it than the Argentine defense. He came to me and offered to clean whats left of my headlight I said no thanks the lights changed and I was off and he returned to the kerb waiting for the lights to change again. I felt like a right bastard, theres me on a bike that would feed his family for a year or more so I turned around and gave him a peso, I know its not going to help but it made me feel better....
The reason I have not travelled too far in the last few days is because it is rainy season here at the moment and to be honest I have felt fear for the first time in tackling roads, about a week ago the road to my campsite was completely washed away it took hours to clear the road and cross. So I dont know which way to head next, but I am sure it will be eventful which ever road I take to Bolivia
I was sitting in me tent the other night and it was pissing down and I started to get cabin fear..redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum.......
if its not the sun its the bloody rain
on the road
sure ya ave to
jose goin loco
Well heres me wee report, I have just arrived at a place called Tilcara which is about 60 miles from the Bolivian border. I had spent two days at San Lorenzo which is just outside Salta, San Lorenzo is the Argentine answer to Beverly Hills. It was like being in a movie, I have never seen so many beautiful women and I was in the middle of them all with my poor spainish which is a bit like "me Tarzan you Jane" but it seems to work
But only 15km down the road you have the slums of Salta, at traffic lights you have kids cleaning car windows for pence some as young as six or seven. There was this kid the other day, he was no more than seven wearing an Argentine football shirt with more holes in it than the Argentine defense. He came to me and offered to clean whats left of my headlight I said no thanks the lights changed and I was off and he returned to the kerb waiting for the lights to change again. I felt like a right bastard, theres me on a bike that would feed his family for a year or more so I turned around and gave him a peso, I know its not going to help but it made me feel better....
The reason I have not travelled too far in the last few days is because it is rainy season here at the moment and to be honest I have felt fear for the first time in tackling roads, about a week ago the road to my campsite was completely washed away it took hours to clear the road and cross. So I dont know which way to head next, but I am sure it will be eventful which ever road I take to Bolivia
I was sitting in me tent the other night and it was pissing down and I started to get cabin fear..redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum.......
if its not the sun its the bloody rain
on the road
sure ya ave to
jose goin loco