Leaving Argentina tomorrow. Cannot be fecked writing.
Hostel has no wine.
But just wait. There´ll be talk of a dead cat when I can be bothered. There was an Argentinian with scary nostrils on the bus - suggest focusing on that until I get round to writing something more interesting.
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Alas, poor cat!
I knew him, Horatio
A fellow of ah, I can't back any of this up.
Ben! What the hell are you doing here? This isn´t Facebook.
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