We almost enter final straight. After Cordoba, there were San Francisco (gloomy costly hole) and Santo Tome (little township of Santa Fe). I cracked a focking personal record, about 250km over the two days. I asked police for the cheap or free host and was declined. I granted an interview and listened to the pampa. On the sunset insects of pampa sounds like air defense guns. I got deadly tired and met right and bright people. Small touches can alter more than a mere decade. I was just nigh at hand of Buenos Aires.
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