So, I'm totally on the bottom of the world. I can't quite get my head around it. Every few minutes I have the rerealisation that I'm further south in the world than everything except New Zealand. It is truly an alien place, Argentina, if not actually but intellectually. I feel spiritually connected to the pioneers and explorers of yore who created the footsteps I'm walking in. Of course, one man's other side of the world is another man's home.
I shall without doubt have plenty to say on my various adventures when I return, once the heavy fog of long-distance travel has cleared and the feeling returned to my legs. I'm in Patagonia at the moment, which involved 28 hours sat on a bus. Far more comfortable than the flight over the Atlantic as it turned out, but still 28 hours on a bus. I'm a walking DVT timebomb. My veins are going to be like old semolina.
I shall take this one for the team though, happy to run the risk of economy class-induced heart attack to see a bit of the world most have not experienced before. They say the planet is a smaller place these days, and perhaps not so long ago it would have taken me months to get here, but several days of travel is still significant. I don't think 7,500 miles by air and land should ever be easy, it awakens the explorer in all of us.
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