
I am off on another journey with my wife, this time to Patagonia and Torres del Paine, to hike the “W.” We’ll be “glamping,” or glamour camping, each night having a bed and a meal awaiting. We just are not that tough – those sleeping-on-the-ground carrying a backpack days are behind us.
From there we go to Buenes Aires and further up north to view Iguazu Falls, which I like to think of as Niagara Falls times seven. Of course we’ll have Internet in various places, but I don’t like using the blog as a travelogue, so will not be writing about where we are that day or what we had for lunch.
I have two things to cover in this post:
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Again we are faced with the spectacle of tearless anguish. I mentioned on Facebook how odd it is that these two are not generating real tears, and was told that they are just cried out. You’d think the people behind these tragedies would invest in a bottle of Visine.