The Argentines crank the steam valves wide open and just open the windows enough to keep from roasting. We have no telephone. Schedule on base is all oriented around the flight crews. The rest of the Gringos don't like this, but I love it. Rio Gallegos is the capital of the Argentine province of Santa Cruz.
Most houses are very small and are perpetually under construction.
The residential streets would not appeal to typical norteamericano preconceptions. The land is huge and primitive. The next big town is 275 miles away. Sheep and cattle range the tundra, and the ranch compounds are spartan outposts in the wilderness. They shovel in the weed, which looks like pot, add hot water, and sip the bitter liquid through the bombilla.