Picture us if you will; wild camping on rough land beside a section of the very rough dirt road that is Routa 40, near to where this photo was taken.
A tranquil wildcamp spot. Until midnight, when I was awoken by the sound of multiple gaucho (Editor; Jacky, gaucho is a spanish cowboy) horses - the horses move with a very distinctive 'high step' motion; the sound is unmistakable. And on the gaucho horses there were gauchos, who gabbled away in rapid Spanish about 'us'.
Shortly afterwards I stood under the brilliant full moon in my shorts talking to a 'real-time gaucho' sat astride his handsome work horse, trying to explain why we were camped on that particular bit of land - which may have been his?
Unfortuanately my 'command' of Spanish did not yield any explanation as to what he and his mates were doing horsing around the desert at midnight. I wondered if the full moon had something to do with it. We parted company friends, but with that question unanswered.
Perhaps the only bit that mattered was the 'todo bien' that came from his very friendly face. His horse and Sarah remained impassive throughout, the latter pretending to be asleep.
Never run with scissors.
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