The dust blows across the high plains in grey swirling red clouds. The ‘painter’s palette’ landscape rolls by in a blur of brick red, ochre and ethereal greyish greens. Stepping out to buy goat cheese and bread is like stepping into oven. So it is surprising that just 12 hours later I was bailing out the tent with a bath sponge…
A retelling, somewhat curtailed, of Joseph Campbell’s mono myth. The face of this hero is less bearded than those of his myths.
I am sitting in a hostel room in Buenos Aires with no money, no food and only one key that starts the van. My aim is to solve all these problems in the next few hours, fears of being in a remote Andean village, hung-over trying to hot wire an immobilized 4×4 after a heavy night on local firewater leaves us with no key, pushes me to procure a back-up now… The me of the future will thank the me of now I am sure.
The following story takes place over the course of 48hrs in Santiago and the Central Valley, Chile.
Main characters are:
- Tall english man,
- Mediterranean woman who everyone assumes will be fluent in Spanish,
- a short dark haired junkie called Sebastian aka ‘Perro Danger’ or ‘The Guard Dog’,
- two police officers
- a short stubby tobacco farmer
- San Francisco’s class of 2017