If you´ve ever harboured doubts about the density od Europes population or the variety of its landscape, there are a few stretches of Argentinian highway that are there to remind you.
There´s something uncanny, sublime even, about the experience of driving for days through the vast tracts of dusty Patagonian steppe. One can begin to feel very small compared to the endless roads that stretch straight as an arrow to the horizon ahead when you haven´t seen another vehicle for the past half an hour and the nearest town is a hundred miles away.
So far the old Fiat is behaving very well (fingers crossed) but once in a while I found scenes from Paris Texas and Walkabout flashing though my mind. The prospect of walking through that landscape in search of a mechanic or a telephone added a slight edge to the drive.