at the end of the world (almost)

i look to my left, look to my right, look behind me, search under the bed. no-one has followed me here.

how curious.

if i was a pessimist i would conclude that, in spite of what some have said about me, i am not a woman men will follow to the end of the world.

however, i am an optimist, so taking all the evidence in my possession into account, either i shall have to wait to pronounce judgement until i do indeed get to the end of the world (that'd be ushuaia, 600km south from here) or conclude that, actually, all the single men i know are a bunch of senseless sods.

mmhmmmm. that must be it!

welcome to el calafate!