Look at that. We might as well be parked on a side street in Manhattan. But it’s not Manhattan because it’s Buenos Aires.
Quilmes Stout: An unimpressive dark brew from Argentina’s own Quilmes mas production franchise but one must never forget the set, and setting. We’ve made Buenos Aires, conquered a couple of continents, and come a long way. We’ll remember this one most for the Asian shopkeep who sold it to us and tried to take us for a couple of kopeks, barking at us like we were a dog after questioning the price. We remember the words of Lars. Are all Argentines like this? Every Latino down to the last? In the end it matters not as the manchild turned manking simply exits cooly with bottle in check. She’ll never know, few do. WWMD?
Scenes from an Argentinian Spring: Coming from the brutality of the Bolivian Altiplano, it should be noted that the first day spent in Argentina was the first day spent at an altitude of less than 11,000 feet in 6 weeks. The dichotomy between night and day was smaller, less pronounced, and one that we were familiar with. All scenes remind a body of the fatherlands, the Promised Lands of the American West. It’s all desert along Ruta 40 in the Argentinian West, cool and dry in the springtime with lots of cactus and scrub and striking scenes of desert beauty. Red and brown are the colors of nature’s choice and the nicely paved Ruta 40 takes one south, all the way south if you desire, without need for maps. Best to leave it for later as we’ve got business to attend to at the Bonbonera. IMWT. And we trust no one, never.
Can you blow me where the pampas is?
MBP
Silverboy in the Promised Land 
congrats man!! keep it up. Glad to see you’re back on pavement, that latest front tire was looking a little worse for wear after all the miles and salt. And I hope you’ll take in a Argentine Primera game.
…front tire is basically non-existant. It has 30,000 miles on it.
great pictures !!
setting up shop in the Argent? beautiful pics, Male Battern Paldness. Although that beer looks familiarish; perhaps a dusty Budabrewpest, on a crumbly train platform.
I know what u guys mean about front tires–my unicycle_monocycle is well worn with 180k around the streets of Ann Arbor. After all, it is both the front and rear wheel ya know!!
…si senor, a shop with products that no one wants to buy
but enough about me, where are those hunky shirtless unicycle pics we were all promised? the world is waiting…
Che Ricardo estas en Argentina y hablas de cerveza? Dejate de embromar che habla del vino mejor! Y el mate?
no se como tomar vino..entonces tomo vino como cerveza y mate como cafe