1: Motel Fiesta in Florianopolis - - my first Love Motel (and you never forget your first Love Motel...)
2: Understandably, the first night in the tent  [pic]
3: The Cabin At The End of The Earth
4: Down south again: the English country home in very deepest Patagonia at El Tehuelche
5: Sentiment says my home from home in Curitiba

And, [drumroll] the LOSERS...

6: If I'd wanted characterlessanonymousgreyroadsidemotel life, I could have found it closer to home than Laranjeras
7: The hotel in Maldonado was perfect; but mention must go here to mine host, who could bore for Uruguay.
8: Not-so-gentle decay and the brothel next door make Comodoro a lowpoint
9: Understandably, the first night in the tent  [pic]
10: My 'hotel' in Chillan was a sorry, squalid dump

And there you have it. I'm sure you're glad you just spent how ever many seconds of your life skimming through this page. You'll not get them back, you know. This is it. No rehearsal. I'd suggest you either get back to the diary or - better still - turn off your computer and go outside, find some sunshine, buy an ice-cream. Send me a postcard.