I am getting depressed sitting around Dakar Motos wondering what I am going to do with my bike so I decided to go into town and see the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo march as their children disappeared during the military dictatorship between 1976 and 1983. It turns out that Myles who came down and traveled with me when I couldn’t do anything had just arrived in Buenos Aires so we met up for a coffee. It was nice to talk to someone about what I was going to do with my bike.
I also visited La Boca to have lunch (I thought I better have some Argentinean meat before I go) where a nice girl cut up my meat for me and the cemetery where Evita was buried.
