Can you see the family resemblance?While waiting for what seemed like an eternity in the Buenos Aires bus terminal, I noticed a fellow backpacker wandering around and had a sneaking suspicion that he was headed the same direction as us - Patagonia.
Three hours or so after our bus was supposed to have left the city, it finally arrived at the station and my instinct was confirmed - James got on board and we all were headed for Puerto Madryn. When we got off the bus the next morning, he had no place to stay yet so we suggested the place we were planning to head to. Low and behold, a little while later we ran into him at our hostel. Seemed like there was no sense in arguing with fate, so he joined Michael and I and for a couple of days we had a happy little band of 2 Brits and a Yank enjoying the sights of the peninsula.
Our second day in the area we went on a day trip out to the Peninsula Valdes with a guide, Hugo, who had the perfect combination of geniality and knowledge. Amongst the group was an Argentine family with 3 very cute little girls. I was chatting with one of them as we were whale-watching on the shore, and she asked me if I was James' mother. A little dismayed, I informed her that I was not in fact anyone's mother. Then she asked me if I was his girlfriend. Because that's the next logical conclusion if I'm not his mother, apparently.
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