a quickie

Not that kind.

Gross.

So we´ve hitched from Ushuaia, the Southermost city in de world (nearly escaping the cold after four nights of beautiful and foul weather lakeside in the Tierra del Fuegian wilderness), to El Bolson, the hippiest town in South America in good time and with plenty o good times. Bouncing around with granite rocks and dodging rain in a janky cargo truck, watching rumbling clouds of hot breath by headlamp in a cold cold cold and dark trailer of a refrigerated big rig, marinating in the sweet smell of dead chicken, hopin the winds don´t knock us over like it did to two other trucks a few hours earlier.

We´re alive though and planning new adventures. The cold is officially here in Patagonia. Look out. I´ll try and write more next time. We´re gonna go make us sum dinner.

Love you.