OK, since pretty much every single one of you commented that Osito had 4 legs in the picture: i will address this matter. The passenger-side rear on that beast flopped in the wind. When he ran it whapped against him until I did him a favor and duct-taped it to his tail. He couldn’t use that thing as a kickstand, much less a leg: thus I said “3 legged dog” as a matter of speaking. Now, go forth and focus that marvelous attention to truth and fact-checking on the executive branch of our government and we’ll have a better world. :)
Also, in that last set of pictures I included a picture of a dog with his tail in his mouth. He was standing in the middle of a street fair like that, drawing a crowd on onlookers. He would be frozen for up to a minute at a time and then spin in circles so as to chase the tail, and then he would freeze again. This went on for maybe a half hour. This was possibly the funniest shit i’ve seen all year.
Today I biked through Qubrada De Humahuaca, North of Jujuy. It’s a range of mountains renowned for being very very colorful. **Good. lordy. lord.** :0 It’s like wavy gravy’s mountain range: all swirly fuchsia and turquoise and rust and yellow and… The light conditions were mixed, so I don’t know how the pictures will turn out.. but maybe its best that way: I think if you rode it on a full sun day it would straight-up gouge your eyes out. The ride north from Jujuy is some seriously recommendable bicycle touring.
http://www.jujuy.gov.ar/quebrada/
http://www.argentinaxplora.com/news/patrim/humahu.htm
(***Mom: this paragraph is not for you. Seriously. If your name is Kathy French, this is the part where you skip this paragraph and proceed with the next one. Do it now.***)
One fine evening last week, I was walking alone shortly after dark (with only a daypack, the bike was at the hostel). I became aware of people yelling and waving their arms near a bus stop. About 40 feet away, I saw 3 guys wrestling a backpack off another guy. The 2 accomplices were blocking as the runner took off. Now. I wouldn´t reckon that the man cradling the stolen backpack and running towards me knows anything about american high school football: or como se dice “open field tackle”. I got low, wrapped up, lifted him, pushed through and drove his ass straight into the pavement. The backpack skipped free and the victim pounced on it. I bounced up; for the first time becoming aware of my action`s potential ramifications to my own stuff and self. The accomplices fled and the (wildly appreciative) victim and I backed away cautiously like 2 cornered cats. The scumbag rolled over slowly and slithered away. When we reached safety, several bystanders came over and gave me props. Now. I’m merely the observer here: but it turns out that seeing a ratbag get his ass handed to him makes folks really really happy. I hadn’t talked to people that giddy in a while. People were stoked. “Spreading the joy”: I think that´s the point of this story… I bloodied up my elbow and knee, but it was totally worth it.
So, I should be able to spit on Bolivia by tomorrow. I´m almost there. The people are getting shorter and darker by the kilometer. Good thing, as i’m almost out of Argentinian cash. Bolivia has many strong points and i’ve not heard of information technology as being one of them… so we’ll see. In the meantime, feel free to whoop someone’s ass if they beg you really hard… and i’ll do my best to keep it real as well. :)
–Lucas
From Vanessa’s blog: my second night in Buenos Aires… ahhhhh, we were so young then! (you should see me now: hairy, hairy wooley beast!)
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