I wanted to blog about travelling in general, this strange transient state which occasionally leads me to wake up in the morning and wonder where the hell I am. I just travelled more than 12 hours to get to Tucaman - a nice, if not outstanding, Argentinian city. I´ll be here for less than 24 hours before heading to Cafayate, where apparently there are canyons and where I have two days pencilled in. I´m not a hardcore traveller, I don´t hitchhike and since Japan have always booked hostels ahead, for the shameful reason that it is easier. But I think I have the spirit of a traveller, I like looking around a rickety bus and realising I am the only English-speaker, and then trying and failing to communicate with locals. I simply like arriving somewhere new, and often I prefer it if its somewhere unremarkable as that generally means it is less touristy and more representative of the real country, whichever one it is I am in at that time. My feet are always dirty and my sleep is so random I sometimes feel like an insomniac wondering around in a daze. Sometimes I feel like butter spread over too much toast (OK, I stole that line from a hobbit, but he stole my precious), other times it makes you feel really alive.
I guess that´s a pretty rambling and incoherent summary, but I hope it provides some kind of insight (many of you I know have travelled yourselves). The pics are of Tucaman.
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