DAY EIGHTY NINE - WHERE IS WOLLY?

So where the hell am I anyway? I am smack bang in the middle of nowhere, with not a mountain, hill or even a molehill in sight, nor a river, lake nor ocean. There is many an autumn tree turning yellow, a park to frolic in and a sight to see. It is like a South American Martinborough (NZ) minus the vineyards (but not the wine!) and the small town hicks. And yes mum (well actually Sean - my brother from another mother) I am safe and only a 6 hour drive to trouble (just to reassure you), the bright lights of the latin american NYC - Buenos Aires!

Come find me!!!!!

p.s. Kiwis it's a long swim
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p.p.p.s. Buenos Aires I am coming soon to eat your soul!
p.p.p.p.s. I heart Rafaela and my Argentine family!
p.p.p.p.p.s. meat is goooooooooooooooooooood washed down with fernet nom nom nom!