The City of Shoes
For our journey from Caffeyette to Tucuman, henceforth known as the City of Shoes, we caught a bus at the somewhat unseemly hour of 6am.
The trip was advertised as taking 7 hours and passing through some rather pretty scenery. What was not advertised is the reason the trip is 7, as opposed to perhaps 4 hours. Effectively, for the first 4 hours the bus stopped every 100 metres to pick up random passangers, most of whom then alighted a further 1 km up the road. Moreover, these random smellies were packed on with no regard to comfort or safety. Thus, for a considerable portion of the trip I was required to deal with the very ample posteriers of three lovely local ladies. This experience was not what some may think it cracked up to be...
Once the bus finished roaming about the countryside seeking unfortunates on the side of the road we crossed through the mountains and reached the first flat land since leaving Lima all those weeks ago.
So we reached the City of Shoes (Tucuman), which was intended as a break in the journey to Mendoza. As such, there was limited expectation of excitement. However, this was put paid by the discovery a concentration of shops devoted to the display and sale of shoes never before found in this world. I doubt that Norwich in its heyday could have competed. Even better, everything was on sale at much reduced prices...liquidacion....50% off etc etc etc
How could one resist? I ended up purchasing a pair of sandles and a pair of wellies (for the trip to antarctica - nothing kinky). I also sought out a pair of white shoes, to go with the white linen suit and brown fedora hat, that will make up my BA attire....No luck, but....
The City of Shoes also represented a return to hot weather and sweat, reminding me that Darwin awaits........The rude shock of being hot and smelly again brought me to the realisation that I am more than prepared to sacrifice the world of our children if it means I get aircon.
We are in Mendoza now, taking our ease and enjoying further the amenity of Argentina - primarily meat and red wine. In addition, Felicity is reading a book by JK Galbraith on his prespective of world events and economics since WWI (I reckon this is as good a lead in as any to her next reading Road to Serfdom, which also forms part of our holiday reading list)...Dont doubt that we are having a fun time!
Hasta luego all.
The trip was advertised as taking 7 hours and passing through some rather pretty scenery. What was not advertised is the reason the trip is 7, as opposed to perhaps 4 hours. Effectively, for the first 4 hours the bus stopped every 100 metres to pick up random passangers, most of whom then alighted a further 1 km up the road. Moreover, these random smellies were packed on with no regard to comfort or safety. Thus, for a considerable portion of the trip I was required to deal with the very ample posteriers of three lovely local ladies. This experience was not what some may think it cracked up to be...
Once the bus finished roaming about the countryside seeking unfortunates on the side of the road we crossed through the mountains and reached the first flat land since leaving Lima all those weeks ago.
So we reached the City of Shoes (Tucuman), which was intended as a break in the journey to Mendoza. As such, there was limited expectation of excitement. However, this was put paid by the discovery a concentration of shops devoted to the display and sale of shoes never before found in this world. I doubt that Norwich in its heyday could have competed. Even better, everything was on sale at much reduced prices...liquidacion....50% off etc etc etc
How could one resist? I ended up purchasing a pair of sandles and a pair of wellies (for the trip to antarctica - nothing kinky). I also sought out a pair of white shoes, to go with the white linen suit and brown fedora hat, that will make up my BA attire....No luck, but....
The City of Shoes also represented a return to hot weather and sweat, reminding me that Darwin awaits........The rude shock of being hot and smelly again brought me to the realisation that I am more than prepared to sacrifice the world of our children if it means I get aircon.
We are in Mendoza now, taking our ease and enjoying further the amenity of Argentina - primarily meat and red wine. In addition, Felicity is reading a book by JK Galbraith on his prespective of world events and economics since WWI (I reckon this is as good a lead in as any to her next reading Road to Serfdom, which also forms part of our holiday reading list)...Dont doubt that we are having a fun time!
Hasta luego all.
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