my expedition to latin america ended bitter-sweet. i left the best for last, lovely argentina. a country full of warm, loving people, who care greatly about their quality of life, and have the means to enjoy high standards. a country beautifully decorated with european buildings, wild nature, and fashionable residents. a culture which is driven by soccer, tango and mate tea.

if you are aroused by divine homemade chocolate, steaks that only few kings were fortunate enough to enjoy, a ski resort considered the best in the southern hemisphere, a large selection of natural resorts to visit nearby and the loveliest people of humankind, you might want to spend a few nights in the little town of bariloche. i spent the majority of my time there.



i took my first and only snowboard class the day after i arrived. the rest of the week was spent on the white mountain coloring my butt with blue and purple marks. i haven't enjoyed such a rush since i first learned to fire a rifle in military boot camp. it's just you, fresh powder and speed.

buenos aires has made it into my exclusive 'best-cities-to-live-in' list. similar to vancouver and barcelona, buenos aires displays a fine complimenting integration of cozy and happy home life with business and economy flow. no wonder that 45% of argentina's citizens chose the big city.

businesses open around brunch hour, shut down sooner than later for the afternoon siesta, then reopen in the evening for another sale or two - only, of course, if there is no soccer tonight. easy, happy, tranquil life.

i mentioned my journey ended bitter-sweet. argentina was the sweet. my stop for a day in lima, peru for a connection to new york was the bitter. the taxi i rode from the airport to the hostel was robbed by a group of six armed men. they cleaned me out of all i had; passports, money and my brand new guitar included. after 36 hectic hours of hoping between the police, the american embassy, my airline company and random israeli travelers for a loan, i collapsed in my plane seat, happy to get away.

at least now i could travel light.

so these are the five last, and only, pictures from my voyage in latin america. they were saved in my sent items box.

some where in peru, hidden deep in the outskirts of lima, sit a filthy thief with his family by the dinner table, and admire my photography skills applied to the marvelous sights of argentina. you'll have fly out there to see it for yourselves.

it's good to be back home.