Wow, that's a blast from the past!

I recall seeing Bajos Instintos at a cinema in Santiago! A couple of weeks or so earlier I'd taken a very cold (2nd class in June - I couldn't afford the bus) train from Buenos Aries across northern Patagonia to San Carlos de Bariloche - so cold that it was nearer suspended animation than suspended disbelief.

However, after a 24 Hr combination of cold and lack of sleep and looking out the window late on the second day I recall thinking that the shrubs were beginning to resemble various dinosaur species, mentioning this in a letter I was writing to a friend at the time she later remarked on it, wondering if I were inhaling something! The second night was the hardest - I was saved from an icy insanity by a train employee bringing round small cups of hot sweet coffee every hour or so.

Great trip, but I wasn't sad to reach San Carlos the next morning.

Sorry for the slight diversion, but it's funny how 'random' comments trigger memories, isn't it!