Day 144. Monday 20th January. From Buenos Aires to Municipal Camping Gualeguaychu. Argentina. 148 miles or 238 k’s.

After a soggy day yesterday the morning dawned fine.

What a brilliant show last night! Professionally and competently run from entering the pick up bus, to returning to the hotel. The dancing was slick and magnificent, to an untrained eye. My son Steve would have been in his element. A fantastic dancer himself, which he never inherited from me…:)

So we had everything packed except the sat-nav, which I knew I had bought up from Poki for safely but do you think we could find it!! In the end we decided it could not possibly be in the room as we had searched everywhere. Back in Poki, Jen said “have a look in your camera bag”. Bingo, immediately she said it I remembered putting it in there, so we would not leave it behind…:) Jeez!!

Being a Monday and no doubt people starting to return to the city after holidays, the roads were very busy, however, with the sat-nav and a great roading network, we were soon out of the heart and into areas of commerce and industry. If you lived in the capital and never went out, you would wonder what all the fuss about recession was. There is little of the decay of the regions, and the place is buzzing. You can disagree, but I have decided that overall it is the loveliest city in the world, because of it’s balance of green space!! So there..:) Jen thinks St Petersburg and maybe Paris or London? All amazing but…? I would welcome thoughts and options for others, and why.

In the outer suburbs we passed two car plants. One Ford and the other Toyota and countless other international industrial names.

Later crossing two large bridges spanning tributaries of the River Plate, very dirty from recent rains.

Our camp for this evening,

is in a large and largely broken town, not too far from the border with Uruguay. The name is unpronounceable – Gualeguaychu. Maybe we’ll give it the benefit of the shops being closed for whatever reason but it smacks of total decay, though we managed to find a fruit shop open and the produce was cheap and plentiful. Again we are uncertain about crossing the border with food. It seems many have had their fruit and other products taken from them, while others report not being searched. A lottery.

On arrival we chat with an amiable Frenchman who keeps his Mitsubishi 4×4 camper in Uruguay, enabling regular visits and exploration

The camp has a nice flat mown, grassed area to park on but the facilities are a black hole. Not fit for a pig. As I write it’s 8.25pm and nearly dark. What a difference from southern latitudes. It’s a little cooler too, which is great.

A big day on the international front. Donald Trump inaugurated for a second time. So much written about the possible future but I think we have to keep an open mind as the last bunch proved totally and utterly incompetent. Already there have been moves to clean up dangerous food additives and signs of hope on the two shocking wars, in which the others were complicit. Cleaning up dodgy vaccines too, in the sights of RFK Jr. Dare we hope for a more peaceful era! Wanting to takeover neighbours, hardly a peaceful sign though!

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