What next after San Ignacio? Well, Posters didn't seem to appealing according to LP
so we chose Resistencia. Arrived late, greeted by huge frogs, we jumped in a cab to the dilapidating
hostel Barilocce. Bit of a mistake since we should have taken the slightly more expensive
but breakfast-inclusive three-star hotel. Next day we left with our bags on our backs
to navigate the city. Actually, town. Nope, let's just call it a large village with one
central square plaza, nothing but two museums. Resistencia is famed for three things. The
number of signs that it has throughout its town, the number of statutes and monuments
to famous or not so famous people, and finally, dogs. Straight dogs, the emblem of Resistencia.
Now it's onto the two museums. A camel goes seven days without a drink but who the hell
wants to be a camel? Not me. This museum, while a place of cultural interest, is a memory
of Resistencia after the war. A home to local artists, a commemoration of its rich owners.
I mean it's pretty, there's a lot of design and there's memories of people who used to
hang out here. Obviously they're dead now. You can't visit upstairs because it was always
like this. Even when you were staying here, there was a key outside the door for anyone
to enter. That's the rear to take a drink, to just relax, to draw. But you wanted to make
sure that no one was going upstairs since it was in the house. So that's why they keep
it at this. Cool. By 2pm, that was it. The town was shut to all. Bars, restaurants, museums,
yes the two, were all closed as locals fled from the dead heat of the bare sky as the sun
forced its heat into every crack beneath its glare. And we had to find refuge, so we sought
it. In the only place we knew that has superb air conditioning. How are you feeling? I'm
a bit tired, especially my shoulders, they are hurting. Why? Because look at those bags
that are huge. And we are carrying them throughout the city with that sun, which is like very,
very hot and sticky, heavy bags. Yeah. Oh, I'm sorry. So far the city is not the best
city we've seen, so hopefully you know Colder Bye is going to happen. Don't cry for me Argentina.
The truth is I never let you all through my wild days. My man existence, I kept my promise.
Don't give your distance. Ta-da. Thanks for listening. The siesta ended our relationship
with Resistencia. It was time to head to our next stop on a 12 hour overnight bus ride
to the second largest city in Argentina, Cordova. See you there.
