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turns and returns

Some people know exactly where they’re going and some don’t. I have never ridden with a plan and and so I don’t have any real way to know if things are running according to it. I had thought for a while that I might ride my bike north from Brazil, via Argentina and Paraguay, ending […]

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my gaucha boots

I don’t have the words to try to explain any of this.

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on silence

It’s been a long pause and I offer no excuses. By way of explanation, I can only say that my life has taken a turn that I don’t particularly wish, for the moment, to hold up to public scrutiny. I’m not being secretive it just doesn’t seem to be of broad or absorbing interest to […]

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an interlude, with horses…

URUGUAY — SIERRA DE ROCHA I’ve mentioned, already, dreams of horses. In Uruguay, I happen across a little slice of heaven, with horses, an organic vegetable garden and some lovely folk. *I can’t think quite why I did leave. ** gaucha = cowgirl

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horses in my dreams

ARGENTINA/CHILE : MENDOZA — TUNUYÁN — PAREDITAS — EL SOSNEADA — MALARGÜE — BARDAS BLANCAS — LAS LOICAS — TERMAS DE AZUFRE — EL PLANCHON In Mendoza, as the year turns, I imbibe a certain dissatisfaction that I’m not sure I really feel. Mendoza, in the grip of a savage heat wave, is full of […]

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