He is a small-town man with a golden tan, loves his meat and knows the land.
This is all I knew of my Argentinean stranger, Gustavo, a friend of a friend of a Toronto friend. This, and that he is a perfect gentleman offering cheap travel: a shotgun seat in his jeep and a slim spot in his tent for the long trek southward to Patagonia.
We exchanged a few emails—mine, all lower-case; his, upper-case, with an extraordinary number of exclamation marks.
MEET SANTA ROSA ESTATION! BAR EL TERMINALE! W...