Son John in San Juan

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Two and a half hours of travel on a virtually empty bus got me to San Juan, a sunny city of broad streets and (finally) shops with flip-flops. Though this was really only a waypoint on the route to the national parks further north-east, I figured I'd stay a night in the hope of catching up on some sleep. The area is supposedly on a fault-line with as much potential for a Big One as California but the ground showed commendable firmness for the 20 hours that I was in town.

After my visit to San Agustin (blogged separately), I had a short time to kill in San Juan before catching a bus north, a period which produced the third cash offer I've received for my laptop from a complete stranger since I arrived in South America. It seems as though the punitive taxes on imported electronics are more of an issue than a 3 year old machine that my thunderous typing has blanked out all the commonly-used keys on. There's definitely a good business opportunity for smuggling in computers from the States (though I've been interested to note that when I use the word "America" here, people think I mean "South America" rather than the USA).

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Photos

Catedral
Plaza 25 de Mayo