Claudia came home at 1-2 am something. I tried to speak, but was too tired and fell asleep again. In the morning I changed to the sleeping bag, and slept again. I woke up with
Claudia came home at 1-2 am something. I tried to speak, but was too tired and fell asleep again. In the morning I changed to the sleeping bag, and slept again. I woke up with the sorest throat ever. It was like the 56 bus hours had killed me. I told her that please, just let me lie on your floor for 24 hours, and as the nicest person in the world’s most Southern city, she said “well, of course!”. Well, about the latter, it’s a matter of definition of course. This place has 60.000 inhabitants. Ten kilometres south there is a smaller place with 3000 inhabitants. City? And 200 km north there is a larger city with 130.000 inhabitants. But anyway, Claudia is the nicest in all of them, for letting me sleep on her floor, giving me honeyed herbal tea, noodle soup etc.
I think I should visit the doctor. It’s a common health advice when preparing for trips like this that don’t just think it’s “a cold”. Abroad, something that feels like a cold, could be something worse. On the other hand, this is Argentina and not Kongo-Kinshasa.
In the evening I got a bit awake and decided to thank her by cooking something of all the food she went to buy at a car market outside the city. I packed the stove with everything that seemed delicious and cooked it. The problem was the lentils. They looked “half-ok” as the ones I cooked with in São Paulo, and actually managed to create something edible of after a while. But these never became soft, and I ended up burning the bottom of the stew. A lot.
In the end, I had to ventilate the apartment using the doors and windows wide open. And as I was washing ALL my clothes, I was standing there in the wind wearing swim pants and nothing else, barefoot and all. That’s what you don’t need in the world’s most Southern city when dying from throat ache. When she came home, I was lying in my sleeping bag and said “I’m sorry”. And she said “But you tried, that is so good of you.”. OMG, the niceness. Then she went to work again, working all night. She is speaking lots of languages, working inside tourism, and studies tourism as well. So good of her to have me lying on the floor, trashing the kitchen! At least I’m trying.
Here’s the view from the back of her house. I took it the day after.
