From Rosario to Cordoba

This time it was a little better in Rosario. Of course, it's easier with a taxi than with the bus, and I also found a nice restaurant with good music and good food (and good beer). I saved myself the hassle in the morning because I didn't have a bus ticket to Cordoba yet, so I let the somewhat surprised taxi driver take me to Che Guevara's birthplace. Exactly where is it? I told him and let him wait for 5 minutes to pay homage to Che. Che, actually Ernesto Rafael Guevara de la Serna, comes from a bourgeois background, later known as a revolutionary, guerrilla leader, doctor, and author. I had encountered his footsteps in Cuba in the 90s, where he helped Fidel Castro end the corrupt Batista regime in 1958. Unfortunately, the house is not accessible, but I didn't have time anyway. The taxi driver said there is still a huge monument and a square named after him. Let it be, I thought. The landscape on the journey to Cordoba did not become more interesting - completely flat, kilometers of acacia forests line the country road. The bus did not take the highway - no - it didn't miss any pothole. However, I was able to read and doze off a bit. The drivers took a decent break at noon. The time indication of 20 minutes was very relative - who cares? Not me - I'm on vacation. During this break, I found some old railway material again, but unfortunately no locomotive. The iron water filling valves for steam locomotives are still standing everywhere. The stage was 400km long, not much faster than the train.

An evening walk through Plaza San Martin shows the beauty of Cordoba: illuminated pieces of colonial architecture and a cozy atmosphere, lively but not too crowded, as well as guitar music.