Arriving late is the best. I felt the cold from the spring, it was awesome. I was famish too; people looked at me weird. I guess to see a latin american face confuses them, but the girl at the statoil was nice. I bought nuts and some corn sandwich and then I took a walk around this abandon areas. The wealth of these countries sometimes is overwhelming, specially after a long time of seen only happy white people, you find a homeless guy living in these areas in between ghosts of wealth and better times. I wonder what made this old mad leave everything to make these wrecks his home... I might be so close from that as well though.