these days, it just keeps rotating

Made it to Bariloche after I left Chile and and haven´t really left the area. It is truly a wonderland here. Not necessarily the city of Bariloche, which is kind of like Aspen, Colorado, but the scenery. So many mountains, lakes, green trees.. The faint smell of firewood, tobacco, cold on your face with the sun shinning down.

Just been waking up, making mate and walking. Walking. It really is my favorite thing about traveling. Walking. In no direction. I take a left, I take 2 rights, I follow a river, or walk up to the base of a mountain, or into a pub. I go through neighborhoods where some wave and ask me how I am or where others stare and wonder if I´m lost. Perhaps. But you can only be lost if you have a specific destination.

First rule of traveling: Never have a specific destination. You miss things if you do.

Second rule: Don´t have plans; have possabilites.

Which brings me to what I thought I was doing, but am not anymore. Well, at least for the time being. Oringinelly, I was going to be in Bariloche for 3 nights, El Bolson for 2, then take a bus to the heartland of the Patagonia, and finally make it to the world´s most southern city.

Instead.

In one hour I will be on a bus to Buenos Aires (a 24hr bus ride complelty on the otherside of the country) to work at the largest Gay Pride Parade in South America. Accompaning me is my new best friend-- Or Factor-- that is his birthname. He is from Isreal and I dressed him up as one sexy woman in a black dress, balloons for breasts, and red lips for Halloween.