Argentina

Imagine having been born back in the days when High Noon was being filmed, and accidentally walking onto the set. That was how I felt and my shipping companions when we set foot in the main street of San Lorenzo near the Cargill terminal where we were loading animal feed for Europe, into the holds of our merchant ship.

At lunchtime the dusty, sandy, empty, windblown street was deserted and the only thing missing were two cowboys and tumbleweed drifting by.

Rosario, the nearest town, was ok but nothing special, a few bars and shops. I had a strange feeling about Argentina from that trip, it seemed poor and uninteresting, and I’m not sure I’d take the trouble to go back. Perhaps Buenos Aires is a better bet, I really don’t know.