The Big Depressing Patagonian Fuss
The easiest thing to do when you are bordering depression is to take a bus. Where I am are no such services. To find comfort I first need to cross the country’s full width.
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Depression of a Cyclist: Reaping the Rotten Fruits
Having cycled further South meant having battled the cold rain for over a month, sat in a tiny capsuled wet tent, tried to keep warm, deprived of camp fires, stuck in my own customs.
