“Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.” Jorge Luis Borges Tango, mountains, lakes, … Continue reading #5 Tango, glaciers and cowboys: Argentina
Since I started this blog I have been trying to write it chronologically, so that the order of the posts reflects my rather erratic route round South America – a route which the observant may have noticed bears little resemblance to my original concept of getting south as quickly as possible and then heading due north, roughly following the line of the Andes. (more…)
The Falklands – or Las Malvinas, as they are called in Argentina – hove on to my mental horizon on a windy day, threatening rain, in Bariloche, northern Patagonia.
When I saw the plume of spray erupting from the knobbly, broccoli-headed swathe of trees as the plane came into land, like steam pouring from a boiling kettle, I knew … Continue reading Through the jungle with a violet umbrella: Iguazu Falls