and shot me. Two days later it is becoming apparent there might be a
piece of rock stuck deep in my arm. Tomorrow I will go to a hospital
in Bariloche, Argentina - where the doctors speak NO English, and try
to explain why I want an x-ray and if there is something there, I'll
have a nice, unique, souvenir from here - stiches, a scar, and a
pieceif rock that tried to kill me!
Hopefully my only souvenir will be the x-ray!