Cordoba is Argentina’s second city and (to some) it’s cultural and very much geographical heart. Famed for its universities (it has between 7 and 9 - the guidebooks seem unable to agree just how many), schools and colleges the city is a remarkably young one - I refer to the population, apparently some of the buildings are really very old. Indeed the proliferation of youngsters lining every street corner meant the camera made only rare ventures out for fear of accusations I would not be keen on defending in a language which was not my own!
Limiting myself to a couple of days wandering the streets my time in Cordoba was marred slightly by a bout of man flu and thus tales of adventures in mind, body and spirit will not be featuring in the blog today!
Less attractive than Mendoza and lacking the sheer intensity of Buenos Aires Cordoba is pleasant enough but did not create any moments of particular note. Tales of a population with a female to male ratios of 7:3 were, alas, seemingly untrue! After visiting a couple of art galleries and joining a group of locals for a night on the proverbial tiles I was not disappointed to be climbing aboard a bus heading back to Mendoza. Fortunately the Argentinean farmer’s decision to block a number of important cross country routes did not cause me to repeat the 23 hour round Journey (Cordoba - Cordoba) endured by a fellow traveller...
And thus I find myself back in Mendoza where I intend to spend a couple of weeks learning a little of the language and living with a local family. Where I head next is very much to be decided but you will of course be the first to know...
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