Backdated from Sunday, April 24, 2005 9pm-ish (mined from paper journal.)

Micro stopped in Tilcara, heading from Humahuaca to Purmamarca, Jujuy,
Argentina.

Just kissed off Ari and Natalia. Boo.

But hello to fresh re-beginnings…

Restaurant sign: Pacha Mama. And I recollect that all the food I´ve
been eating of late has probably been organic. Not for morality, but
want of availability or volition to acquire chemical aids, I suppose.
Despite the posters in Iruya linking indigenous ways and histories
with environmental care/concern/stewardship…

And I recall the cattle grazing free in the arid desert mountains.
Not a bad life, all considered. I don´t think my moral grounds for
vegetarianism apply so much here. Then again, I haven´t been
overwhelmed by a huge desire for a thick cut of steak or milanesa or
blood sausage yet. Been… AHH, BUS LIGHTS OUT!