Two photos of my two favourite moments of the day.



Life in a different culture
Two photos of my two favourite moments of the day.



While walking the streets of Puerto Madryn, we encountered this old man who tried to convince us that he was an international hero in the singing world. Apparently he had won some singing competition with his friends and made a fortune but his fortune was now tied up in Spain and he was still here. He also belonged to the circus, was raising money for a children’s home, and offered to sing for money. The main thing that stood out was just how happy this man was. He may not have much in this world’s eyes, but he was a very happy man, and very engaging in his stories also.

Most houses have dogs to guard them. This dog seemed more concerned with sleep than guarding any house. Even when I stood in front of the house, taking photos of the dog, it raised one eye and returned to sleep.
It was almost 1.30am in the morning and I was still on my last processes of getting to bed and asleep when there was an almighty crash. At first I did not react to it as it was likely something falling out of a cupboard or something like that. The guys in my dorm, which sleeps 12 of us, are somewhat disorganised and these sorts of things often happen. But then I heard a faint call for help, “Rob, can you please turn on the light!”
It was time to investigate.
It started from a feeling that God was asking me to fast… after all, fasting is talked about all through the Bible. Then it continued with a realisation that most of the food I was eating was not really good for me. Finally, it all came to a head when I received a book I had purchased about fasting that turned out being all about health. It showed me that a fast was what my body needed to re-establish itself, allowing me to begin a new, healthier diet.
So now I had two reasons for fasting. The first was to seek more of God, and the second was in search of improved health. There was only one condition though… it had to be a pure water-only fast. Nothing, not even juices or drinks, could be included if it was going to be for health also.
It seemed easy. Just stop eating.
Only a few blocks from my destination, I notice an old man hobbling along the footpath. His slow speed and awkwardness creates an obstacle for the handful of people who are out today, and they all detour around him so as to continue on their way. As I approached him, he looked up at me and asked if I had any money to give him so he could buy a pizza for lunch. This was not your normal person begging on the streets. Here was an old man, leaning on a cane and dressed in an old suit from yesteryear…
It was a long-standing promise that I had made to my friends that one day I would return to my old original YWAM base in the north of Argentina. Even though it was my first contact with YWAM and a place where I still have many friends, Corrientes was not a place that I really wanted to return to. However my promise to return still remained, and I believe in keeping my word. So it was now a place that I needed to visit a some point in the near future. Little did I know that this visit would turn out much more pleasant than I first imagined.
Heading to Buenos Aires, convinced that I was arriving only two days before my provisional visa expired, the first thing I did after dropping my bags off in the place I was staying was head back to the Migrations office in the city. The idea was that I would get my official documents and then stay for a meeting here before returning. Everything was organised, except for one unexpected problem.
I missed the date.