Up until a few weeks ago, I never had a camera of my own. Now I do -- thank you, Michael -- so can finally show a bit more of where I am. I say Argentina and people immediately think Buenos Aires, but I've come via a different track. The flight over the Andes from Santiago de Chile to Mendoza City is one of the most spectacular there is and the entrance is laced with vineyards rather than tango bars and one is more likely to see horses than bandoneons. Here, the Pampas begin their endless stretch to the southeast.
I suppose it might just look like empty space, but it's not. It's harsh and it's clean and makes you pull your shoulders back and set your jaw to it and just get on with things.