Sojourn

My Argentinean Sojourn I left my ship in Buenos Aires wanted to buy a horse cross the pampas climb the Andes, into Chile, I had paid for the horse and took a picture of it too when a revolt came a junta of generals had taken it upon themselves to save the country, and since I was not one of them I was sent packing back to Europe. Forty years ago now, bet the horse is gone, or some bits of it can be found in old tins of dog food; still got the picture though, it’s faded but shows I could have been an adventurer if it hadn’t been for the officers hell bent on playing with their many toys and saving the myth of endless parades, military bands and flags.