I am not a city gal, and so did not like the prospect of staying in Buenos Aires for too long, although by the end of it, I didn’t want to leave, especially as the Lindas were going to a very exciting party that weekend. I decided to see whales. So there I went again, hopping onto a eighteen hour bus from Buenos Aires to Puerto Madryn. Three Hollywood blockbusters, one bingo game, one hot dinner and a breakfast later, I arrived to Puerto Madryn, a quiet little town off the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. The town struck me as being very British with its neat streets and gardens. No surprise, as this is the place that the Welsh immigrants settled to escape persecution from the English all those years ago. I saw many red-haired
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