Despacito

As he left the luggage in the hotel, Toni went directly to his favourite hobby while chasing Peter Throw in a foreign country - shaking the helmet at a Buenos Aires downtown Disco Bar.

Despacito, painfully despacito, at times desperately despacito, had been the progress of Peter Throw for the last two months as he headed northeast to the border of Argentina and Brazil.

For the last consecutive ten days, fifteen  kilometers north of Luján,  in the heart of the Argentinian Pampas, Castro was refusing to walk.