in the lima airport waiting for the flight to board - been waiting all bloody night for the check-in counters to open - and since this is the last i´ll be seeing of this continent - this half of the world - for a while i feel i should say something thoughtful about the bits of south america i{ ve seen, even if mainly from a bus window. truth is, all i can think of to say now is, where are you, and why aren´t you writing to me? you´d think that people who traded in words would understand better how important they are/could be. times like this it´s hard to resist the claim that all men are bastards. alright. will probably get progressively tetchier until i reach singapore, if it´s possible to get any tetchier, and then will write long overdue thoughtful piece. or not.