Jumping fences

I am not growing up very fast. But that shouldn’t prevent me from scaling over 3-meter-high fences when they get in the way of breaking the law to get to cool places. With the appropriate use of Weirdo, Cranky, and another dumb adult, I managed to pass this one without even trying.

Twice. On the way in and on the way out.

To where? I could tell you, by then…

Wake-up call

Thanks to Argentinian drivers being assholes, I just spent my first all-night on a gas station. A nice one though. I slept on a plastic table and woke up to the sound of songbirds being scared away by a bunch of boys engaged in a fist fight.

Yay for Argentina. Let us get our asses to Uruguay quiclyish.