Susan made the mistake of leaving me alone in the hotel. Then back to Argentina for work, eventually moving into a much nicer Cabana.
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Santa Rosa
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Just some amateur race we happen to be driving by.
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The drive to work, you can see the plant in the distance.
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Yacanto
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The drive up to Champaqui
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Champaqui, 9462 ft
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Standard Argentine booty jean shorts for a hike with your kid.
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The Dakar rally. It ran about 100m from our cabana complex.
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Apparently this is what my backpack looks like when I come back from a rally race.
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The drive to Cordoba
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Big ass work lizard
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Work Christmas party. Some late night roadside craft market, with a band.
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