Sooner or later, I'll get me off this track.
Gotta do what it is that I do and then I'm - coming back.
Got sun in my face, sleeping rough on the road.
I'll tell you all about it, when I get home.
Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I'm gonna tear up the ground.
Comin' round to meet you, The long way round.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
The Pampa
A land of millions of sheep and fluffy white clouds.
It stretches from Buenos Aires to the tip of South America.
Flat, dry and windy windy windy.
The road from Ushuaia to Punta Arenas... miles and miles and miles of the same...
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