“It never rains in Puerto Madryn”

“It never rains in Puerto Madryn”, that’s what they told me. The winds may be blaring, but the sky will rarely open up to deliver its drops of water. “In Buenos Aires they can get as much rain in one day as we get in a whole year”, they said. And then the sky opened, and water filled the streets and I was twenty minutes away from my hostel. Figured I might as well do a little bit of filming on the way.