The horrible Buenos Aires Airport

Kissed Lican and Angelica goodbye this morning. Lican cried. Angelica was grave and dry-eyed. I left them together, about 9.00AM, in a room in Gallegos. In a bed, but I don’t think they’ll do anything sexual with each other without a man there with them. Possibly, though it seems too egotistical to be likely, without me with them.  

I don’t know what they’ll do next, though they have some official business. 

Anyway, I took a taxi to the airport at Gallegos, and a flight to Buenos Aires, where I am now. I’m about to board and go home. It’s about time, though it will be odd.