All the oldies agree; the GP feels a bit like Jarama somewhere around the late 1970s. Interesting racetrack that promises to be well rapid, but surrounded by buildings of dubious quality that were either finished yesterday or this morning. I certainly wouldn't want to walk across the pedestrian bridge to the top of the main grandstand.
The surrounding area isn't quite poverty stricken and strangely looks like some bits of Texas you pass on the way to COTA: single-story bars with grills outside and tatty dogs everywhere. One thing that is not in doubt is how much the area wants the race. There are fans outside every hotel, the campsites are starting to fill up with some vans and ancient buses that are straight out of the film of Woodstock. I saw the first pack of big-city boys on R1s at a fuel station in town this evening. It's going to be a loud crowd.
And in case you think paddock people are moaning, they're not. Everyone is more than happy to come back to South America and especially to Argentina. Up here in the north of the country is very much new territory. We're outside a small town, Termas de Rio Hondo, and it feels like the first time you went somewhere properly foreign. Which is a good feeling.