I left Patagonia by plane. It was a journey that seemed right. The airport in El Calafate was a glamorous bruttish building with a great wall of glass, overlooking Lake Argentina. One last glance at nature in its splendour before arriving in the urban jungle.
In Buenos Aires I took a taxi with a sharky looking driver. He wore mirrored shades and 'forgot' to turn on his meter. I knew a row was brewing - when we arrived at my hotel he tried to charge me 3 times the proper fare. I lost my temper in noisy arm-waving fashion, thrust slightly less than the appropriate note at him and slammed car doors. He looked terrified before he legged it. Hopefully he'll think about the incident before ripping off the next customer. I did for you all.
Stupid tourist sap 1 Chancer taxi-driver 0.
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