Well, boarding the plane from Qiuto was weird. No special extended corridors. No bus. Just a long walk across the tarmac to a plane. Consequently, I wasn’t 100% sure this was the right plane. “Buenos Aires?”, I said to the hostess at the bottom of the stairs. “Buenos Dias”, she replied. I got on anyway. Fast forward. It was an overnight flight, so we didn’t really sleep. Arrived at the hotel about 14:00 (B.A. time) and went for a wander. Very Spanish, could be Spanish Europe, but for the indigenous flavour. Here’s something interesting: There’s Indians and there’s Indians. I mean, there’s Indians who live in India, then there’s Indians who live in America (North and South). They are not related at all (apart from the common root of Man who originated in Africa, but we’ll
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