patience and the asian harmony theory

crap, dirtballs. i don´t think i was born with it. and this is why i think so. since arriving in south america, i´ve been stared at, pointed at and also hollered at in kung-fu language. i´m still in the midst of learning kung-fu-ese so i can´t really explain how it sounds like. well, that´s not true. kung-fu-ese, to me, sounds like the noise jackie chan makes sometimes in his movies. or chow yun-fat. or jet li. take your pick. they look the same to me.

anyways, getting hollered at in kung-fu language was bugging me. it´s funny the first time, maybe. and even then, it´s still inappropriate. but after the 20th time (4 times that day we spent in san rafael), i thought this was getting ridiculous. we arrived in puerto madryn a few days ago and on our way to the hostel, we got hollered at again. i guess this time was relatively acceptable. the kids were yelling at us in english. but, i was slightly crabby after an 18 hour bus ride and decided to take some action. so i turned around and flicked them off. i´m not sure if they were familiar with the international sign for ´leave me the hell alone or i will punch you in the face´ or if they didn´t see it but they just continued waving and screaming and walking to wherever it was they were walking. but then it occurred to me - did i really just flick off some 10 year olds? yes, i think i just did.