What Happened Next: Farewell to El Chancho, Hello to Bogota, and 10 Days in Silence

I didn’t really take many photos in Buenos Aires but here’s one of some tango-ers.

Back home at my parents’ house in sunny Kingston Upon Thames I hear a shrill cry in the distance. What could it be? The collective shout of a thousand frustrated blog readers shouting “BUT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT LANKY CYCLE MAN?” as they frantically smash F5 on their sweat dripped keyboards?

No. It’s foxes having sex.

But the question stands. What did happen next? So to distract myself from the conjugal grunts of these vulpine hellbeasts I’ll regale you with the details of my final weeks in South America.

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