I am reading the book Motorcycle Diaries by Ernesto Guevara. The book is a no-fiction retelling of the authors epic journey through almost all of South america. The journey goes from Argentina through the whole length of Chile, through peru, ecuador, colombia, venezuela and finally brazil. With almost no money and a rattled chap motorcycle Ernesto and him friend, both scientists, go on this journey to see the continent and assist those without medical attention. 


He finds that most of the poor villages are just shut out from the world and all of modern day society. But he is also amazed at the hospitality that comes from the lack of propaganda and modern day culture. When the two run out of gas they often are picked up by someone in a car passing by. They go most nights with the hospitality of someone's bed and a roof. They even get feasts of meats and spanish alcohol mate. 


But I dont think this book is just about one man, and his friend's, adventure throught the desserts, forests and mountains of south america. I think that this South american native is trying to get people to understand what the continent is like. That these people, theses hopeless people, are actually where some of the worlds most interesting and purist culture is.