A rather radical jump here...from Buenos Aires I made my way north towards Iguazu Falls where I couch surfed (www.couchsurfing.org) with a man named Cristian in his quaint town of Esquina in the province of Corrientes. A great musician and a real character, his brother happened to be an English teacher working in rural schools out in "gaucho land". I eagerly requested an opportunity to tag along, and was met by a gregarious group of students that were excited to have a strange bearded gringo come to talk about the "US" and play a few songs on the geetar. I am almost positive that the excitement was boiling over with a greater intensity from my side of the interaction, as I drank hot yerba mate, watched some gauchos butcher a cow while a man on horseback wrangled a wild flock of stallions, and played soccer on a dusty field while tropical birds flew over head...what a fortuitous opportunity it was.
An advertisement in Buenos Aires that never ceased to enduce laughter of a guttural sort...marketing some sort of Alka Seltzer this women looks like shes been on a barbituate bender.
This rather disturbing piece of graffiti was tagged along the side of the bus station...whatchoo think that rabbit is holding in his left? Maybe he just wants to give her a piece of cake?
This photograph is of a painting in an art museum I happened to stumble through in Buenos Aires where it all began on the 3rd of September. The nonlinear discombobulation emulated here seemed rather aptly metaphorical for my state of dissaray upon first arrival. At this particular museum, I was waiting for a bus and as a result was carrying my guitar and backpack through it. Congregated there were a group of what looked like snooty art students, who looked at me with confused disdain as I proceded to walk backward through the museum, clogging the main arteries with the width of my cargo...what an eye sore I must have been.
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