Cuarenta y tres.

Short of the city, I put my last tube on the front wheel; since that moment the bike trip could end off at any time. Weirdly, but thin 28 inches tubes is a tremendous deficit in all these lands. Santiago del Estero has one pathetic museum of modern art, one big clean park, many horse-drawn vehicles instead of sanitation trucks and street drummers, sure (In the last note, I lied to you, yes I did). There was a terrific loud fan on the top in my motel's room. I wanted to find smbdy and to tear to pieces a heat and all these insufferable landscapes with him. Every time fat chance for me about that. Lovely Lonely Planet told that the next city, Cordoba, is a real center of bright famous student parties of all Argentina, Kebe from Cusco told me the same. Ssex sex drugs&rock and roll. OK, going to Cordoba.

Cuarenta y dos.

Termas de Rio Hondo - about 25 thousand habitants, some socialistic-cosmic revolutionary pannels, two hundred hotels, mad hot, the last street drums in the gloaming. The little senseless town. Nuff said.

Сuarenta y uno.

Aaaaaand San Miguel de Tucuman here comes! The capital of a province, a lot of green colors. What more? Jewish Alperovich banda holds the keys of the city more than ten years, unsafe streets on the outskirts, almost highest (fourth or fifth from the top) Jesus in South America. I was hosted by Rafael and Mariana and as a new-sprung family member, I was encompassed with care and attention until the last minute in a literal sense. I spared few hours for walking and stole some English books, after that my new family got me - meet the parents of Rafael, booze party, journey into the country, meet the parents of Mariana, booze party, etc. They were well clever guys, sad coz my Spanish degraded at all. And there was a hippodrome. Civilization! Any city with hippodrome is fine, as any house with hot water in a bathroom, for example.