Lago Posada, January 7th, 2017 Friday or Today’s afternoon. We were so into the flow that we had lost the sense of time. When had we left Perito Moreno? Was it the same morning or days before? We couldn’t remember. To be fair, since Chile Chico, where the white road had begun, we haven’t thought at all. No mind, just emotions. There were only that moment and that place. As proof, we weren’t tired even if we had already driven a fair amount of kilometres, most of them on narrow white roads, avoiding holes and rocks.
One Apple A Day #172
One Apple A Day #172
One Apple A Day #172
Lago Posada, January 7th, 2017 Friday or Today’s afternoon. We were so into the flow that we had lost the sense of time. When had we left Perito Moreno? Was it the same morning or days before? We couldn’t remember. To be fair, since Chile Chico, where the white road had begun, we haven’t thought at all. No mind, just emotions. There were only that moment and that place. As proof, we weren’t tired even if we had already driven a fair amount of kilometres, most of them on narrow white roads, avoiding holes and rocks.