From time to time I listen to my old CD collection. However, most of the CD boxes, meaning the covers, are so full of dust that one can hardly see the image. Taste changes with the age, that is known.
Now I needed to decide where to go next and I decided to use the information that the girl gave me. I went back into town to the central station and booked a night bus to a place called Palenque.
We paid for the taxi and waited thirty minutes for the driver to arrive. Again, Argentina reminded me of Italy. We drove into town and were looking for a place. The town made a great first impression. |
