Cuarenta y siete.

I slept two or three days at Parana, drinking mate (yes, they've got me about that), fixing the bike, walking, talking with backpackers, drinking Cerveza, etc. Usual household duties of usual homeless. Then rode away (what else could I do?). Last ten kilometers to national park El Palmar was wet&dark; be a rider on the storm - absolutely bad idea for bicycle journey. There were a lot of palms, animals, and hippies. I spent there three nights, didn't pay for last one (fucked hippy Hesus didn't pay for whole last month). Nice place, especially at nights, when animals hanging around and humanity's annulled.