People have told me that it is this very colonial place, with great architecture and very friendly people. Like I said, it was all right.
Luke managed to get over his cold feet and decided he was going to shoot back down to Mendoza and then find his way down to Bariloche, where I had initially suggested he should go. He was in for a forty one hour bus ride.
I too had my share of cold feet. Not that I was afraid of Bolivia, where I was heading to, but I was afraid of myself. I may have been running out of steem.
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