When I fly solo, I fly so high.

Amen brother Hull. So, Buenos Aires. Didn't really stick around long enough to form a proper impression. Got picked up from the airport by Nelson. He seemed alright. He let me sleep for a good three hours and fed me half a chicken, which was very hospitable of him. We had to buy some books and that for Cecilia so we blazed into town in the avo. We'd gotten the stuff and were heading back when he got all excited and asked me something. Up until then I'd been smiling and nodding at most everything he said so I just rolled with that again, and then off we went in the opposite direction of his flat. At that point I'd been thinking how BA was alright, but not especially different from any other city, y'know? No soul. Then we wound up at this canal thing surrounded by wee cafes and such. It was dusk as well which is my favourite time of day so it was all very nice. Turns out he'd brought me to see this dirty great pirate ship thing. It was full of people in fancy clobber, all drinking champagne and pretending they liked each other. Nelson's eyes all lit up like a kid at Christmas and I laughed and he told me he "amo"ed the sea. I told him I lived right near the sea at home and that I loved it too. That seemed to make him happy. I liked Nelson. He didn't speak any English and I had zero idea what he was saying most of the time, but the few things I did catch were quite funny. Sorry Nelson, if you're out there. Were the language barrier not such a cruel mistress I like to think we could have been friends. There was another bloke what picked me up from the airport too. I've absolutely no idea who he was but he hung out at Nelson's place a lot. He didn't say much until we got back that evening and he insisted on showing me loads of youtube videos of people running into stuff and falling down. I think he's my favourite Argentinian thus far. I'll call him Bono. 'cause he's Nelson's friend, and Bono hangs out with Mr. Mandela all the time. Mrs. Nelson was lovely too. She practiced her English verbs on me and bought me a mug. Fine people. Am on the bus to Salta now. It's like Coach Trip, except without Matt and Tom, which sucks. PS I Love You is on and it's a shit movie so I think I'll turn up the Morchestra and get some shut eye.