We (Tamana, Grahm and myself) took the jeep-boat-jeep option of getting to La fortuna as opposed to the public bus. The first option takes only 3 hours, while the second 7 hours, hmmm, yep I'll pay more to get in faster.
We get into La Fortuna and it is pouring rain. We hadn't booked a hostel and the driver takes us to this one place. Again only 5 bucks per night. La Fortuna is home to Arenal Volcano, an active volcano. So that day we planned to go to the volcano and go to the hotsprings. The best time to view the volcano is at night, because that's when you can actually see the lava. However, it also has to be a clear night. Tamana and Graham actually went bungee jumping before and then we got picked up and headed to the volcano. We are actually pretty far when we view it, and it is pretty cloudy. The observation spot is just full of people looking at the volcano, waiting to see some lava. Then the rain comes, and it's raining hard, most people head back to the bus, while we stay and wait. Damnit we wanted to see some lava. Well lucky enough we did, but it wasn't the most exciting thing. Now the bus takes us to Baldi Hot Springs.
Here they have water from 85 to 150F, a bit too hot for me. We just got to relax and enjoy the water. They were pretty sweet. They also have two swim up bars, in which they rape you for drinks, 5 bucks for a beer (In the store they are less than a buck). Back to the hostel and soon to bed.
Tamana and I were either going rafting or rapelling down waterfalls. So we went to check out the times and prices. Found one and signed up for it.
They take us to the Lost Canyon. Here we get to rapell down five waterfalls total. Two of them are over 150ft. The rest of the time is just walking in the water until you get to each rapell. It was pretty awesome, plus our guides were great. They also give us a traditional lunch after which was fantastic. We got back from that and decided to come back into town. Here we ran into Greg and Joe (guys we hung out with from our last hostel). We went to dinner and planned on going to La Catarana de la Fortuna (the waterfall of La Fortuna) the following morning, before we left for Manuel Antonio. Again it was an early night, as there isn't much night life in La Fortuna, especially on a Sunday.
This morning we got up and went to the waterfall, it was pretty cool, you can swim in it, but it was pretty cold and rainy so we all skipped out, however we did get drenched walking back (about 4 miles) to town.
Today we are headed to Manuel Antonio, where I will spend the rest of my days before I head home on Thursday.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Montverde and Santa Elena
I arrived Wednesday night in San Jose, slept and got on the first bus to Monteverde.
Now you always here about the roads in Costa Rica being bad, well I thought that was partially true, but now I know, the roads here are horrendous. In fact I don't understand why there aren't more accidents or flat tires, but so far haven't seen any.
The bus from San Jose to Monteverde is about 5 hours long and pretty uneventful. As soon as you get off the bus you are bombarded by people trying to get you to come to their place to stay. I met Tamana here and we picked a pretty cool place, only 5 bucks a night in Santa Elena. We just walked around getting prices for the different canopy tours. We picked one that included a little hike along bridges before we did the zip lines. We continued to walk around and explore. We say some cool birds, a huge trantula and all kinds of stuff.
Back at the hostel it was dinner time, which we made some guacamole (this is only the second time I've cooked dinner while traveling) and just met other travelers in the hostel.
Friday morning we got up and waited to get picked up for our canopy tour. These things are so cool. The little hike wasn't that exciting, however we did get to see some strangler figs. These are trees that basically destroy other tress by strangling them, the whole process takes about 200 years. The zip likes start off fairly short and slow and work there way up to being longer and faster. In fact our trip included a repell and the tarzan swing (ummm, this thing is awesome). It was all great fun. There were some parts where you are on the zip line and disappear into the clouds, having no idea where the other end is. After that we just relaxed and hung out some more before we left for La Fortuna on the jeep-boat-jeep.
Now you always here about the roads in Costa Rica being bad, well I thought that was partially true, but now I know, the roads here are horrendous. In fact I don't understand why there aren't more accidents or flat tires, but so far haven't seen any.
The bus from San Jose to Monteverde is about 5 hours long and pretty uneventful. As soon as you get off the bus you are bombarded by people trying to get you to come to their place to stay. I met Tamana here and we picked a pretty cool place, only 5 bucks a night in Santa Elena. We just walked around getting prices for the different canopy tours. We picked one that included a little hike along bridges before we did the zip lines. We continued to walk around and explore. We say some cool birds, a huge trantula and all kinds of stuff.
Back at the hostel it was dinner time, which we made some guacamole (this is only the second time I've cooked dinner while traveling) and just met other travelers in the hostel.
Friday morning we got up and waited to get picked up for our canopy tour. These things are so cool. The little hike wasn't that exciting, however we did get to see some strangler figs. These are trees that basically destroy other tress by strangling them, the whole process takes about 200 years. The zip likes start off fairly short and slow and work there way up to being longer and faster. In fact our trip included a repell and the tarzan swing (ummm, this thing is awesome). It was all great fun. There were some parts where you are on the zip line and disappear into the clouds, having no idea where the other end is. After that we just relaxed and hung out some more before we left for La Fortuna on the jeep-boat-jeep.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Day of travel hell!
So Tuesday night I took a bus to Sao Paulo, which took about six hours,putting me there aroound 1.
Then waited in the bus station until 2am, to catch the bus to the airport. Made it to the airport and waited for Taca to open up. I end up meeting some cool Americans who are on my flight. We wait......waiting. They open up check in and tell us because of the weather, they are not checking in people with connecting flights. Uh oh, that´s us. SO we wait some more......yep still waiting. It´s almost 5, and our flight leaves in an hour. Finally they check us in. Go through customs and immigration and we wait some more.
It´s after six and we still haven´t boarded, they say around 7 we will, ummm, now it´s eight. Ummmm, our whole plane misses connecting flights, and they puts us all on different flights. So instead of getting in at 1, I am getting to San Jose at 5, okay. Ummm, we don´t leave until like 10, miss the other connecting flight. We start to board, I hand them my boarding pass and ¨where is your ticket¨, my what, tickets, isn´t that it, nope, you need your ticket to get on the flight. So now everyone has boarded. You see I have a paper ticket. THey fold up the leg of your ticket and put it with your boarding pass. Well apparently you need that to get on. The almost weren´t going to let me on, in fact I almost broke down right there. But it all worked out and now I am in Costa Rica!
Then waited in the bus station until 2am, to catch the bus to the airport. Made it to the airport and waited for Taca to open up. I end up meeting some cool Americans who are on my flight. We wait......waiting. They open up check in and tell us because of the weather, they are not checking in people with connecting flights. Uh oh, that´s us. SO we wait some more......yep still waiting. It´s almost 5, and our flight leaves in an hour. Finally they check us in. Go through customs and immigration and we wait some more.
It´s after six and we still haven´t boarded, they say around 7 we will, ummm, now it´s eight. Ummmm, our whole plane misses connecting flights, and they puts us all on different flights. So instead of getting in at 1, I am getting to San Jose at 5, okay. Ummm, we don´t leave until like 10, miss the other connecting flight. We start to board, I hand them my boarding pass and ¨where is your ticket¨, my what, tickets, isn´t that it, nope, you need your ticket to get on the flight. So now everyone has boarded. You see I have a paper ticket. THey fold up the leg of your ticket and put it with your boarding pass. Well apparently you need that to get on. The almost weren´t going to let me on, in fact I almost broke down right there. But it all worked out and now I am in Costa Rica!
The shooting at the corner bar
Ok, so there was this bar on the corner from the hostel, where usually a bunch old men sit around and drink. There was a huge group of gringos going to the bar and a few things happened. The locals were getting pissed and someone ended up throwing bottles at the owner, cutting his feet. The next night, shots were heard, people run down and see the police and walk by the bar and see the body and the blood.
This was two nights before I got there!
This was two nights before I got there!
Speedos and Thongs
On Saturday, the 16th I headed to Rio de Janiero. Instead of taking a 24 hour bus, I flew (only 4 hours), even though it was delayed. I arrived around 8ish and you get approached by all these offical taxi drivers, that usually cost more then metered taxis. Chris´s friend Leo and I were suppose to meet up, so I call him to let him know I´ve arrived in Rio and what is my best option for getting to Ipanema (where I was staying). It ends up he hurt his knee and was not in Rio, so he arranges for a taxi to come pick me up. I get to my hostel, The Wave hostel and decided I need a drink and wanted to go out. Oh yeah when i got of the plan it was like 70 out.
So I meet a bunch of the people staying at our hostel and head out with them. I meet some great people, Felipe, Brazilian, but living in Canada, Johnny, from Ireland, and Joe, Irish as well. A bunch others, but these are the guys I mainly hung with for the night. We go to this rock bar, Imperial, which is within walking distance to the hostel. Of course I got the traditional Caprinha, which was fabulous, ok so I had four of them. We were going to go out to this other place that was in Copacabana, but it ended up being crap, plus costing 35 reals, 15 bucks about. So we stay. At around 3ish, we meet some Brazilian girls who are going for sushi, so we as well. Oh man, it was fantastic. Went back to the bar and was in bed by 4ish.
The next day, met Lotta and Mel from my room in the hostel and went for a swim. Our hostel was only 3 blocks from the beach!! GO for a swim, grab some food, go back to the beach for some sun. At the beach you can get everything you want. Beer, shrimp, t'shirts, jewlery, henna tattoos, basically you are constently being harrassed by pedalers So, ladies, Brazilian men are fantastic, however, a lot of them wear speedos, and to be honest, not sure if those are just the gay ones, or also straight ones, but everyone wears them. Granted some of the guys that were wearing them had amazing bodies. . Sorry ladies, I couldn´t convince any to come back with me, but a few tried to convince me to stay! We then went and walked around and walked to Copacabana, which isn´t as nice as Ipanema.
Monday, I signed up for the taxi tour. THis consists of a taxi driver that takes you to all the main sights: Christ the Redeemer, Santa Teresa, Lapa and the famous steps. It was a great day and I can´t wait for everyone to see the pictures. Because it was my last night, we went to dinner at an Irish bar, which was super good and I headed out with, Johnny the irish guy. Once again home at 4ish.
Tuesday was a mellow day and I was leaving to go to Sao Paulo to catch my plane. So basically just lounged on the beach and did a little shopping. Then comes the day from hell....
So I meet a bunch of the people staying at our hostel and head out with them. I meet some great people, Felipe, Brazilian, but living in Canada, Johnny, from Ireland, and Joe, Irish as well. A bunch others, but these are the guys I mainly hung with for the night. We go to this rock bar, Imperial, which is within walking distance to the hostel. Of course I got the traditional Caprinha, which was fabulous, ok so I had four of them. We were going to go out to this other place that was in Copacabana, but it ended up being crap, plus costing 35 reals, 15 bucks about. So we stay. At around 3ish, we meet some Brazilian girls who are going for sushi, so we as well. Oh man, it was fantastic. Went back to the bar and was in bed by 4ish.
The next day, met Lotta and Mel from my room in the hostel and went for a swim. Our hostel was only 3 blocks from the beach!! GO for a swim, grab some food, go back to the beach for some sun. At the beach you can get everything you want. Beer, shrimp, t'shirts, jewlery, henna tattoos, basically you are constently being harrassed by pedalers So, ladies, Brazilian men are fantastic, however, a lot of them wear speedos, and to be honest, not sure if those are just the gay ones, or also straight ones, but everyone wears them. Granted some of the guys that were wearing them had amazing bodies. . Sorry ladies, I couldn´t convince any to come back with me, but a few tried to convince me to stay! We then went and walked around and walked to Copacabana, which isn´t as nice as Ipanema.
Monday, I signed up for the taxi tour. THis consists of a taxi driver that takes you to all the main sights: Christ the Redeemer, Santa Teresa, Lapa and the famous steps. It was a great day and I can´t wait for everyone to see the pictures. Because it was my last night, we went to dinner at an Irish bar, which was super good and I headed out with, Johnny the irish guy. Once again home at 4ish.
Tuesday was a mellow day and I was leaving to go to Sao Paulo to catch my plane. So basically just lounged on the beach and did a little shopping. Then comes the day from hell....
Friday, June 15, 2007
Colonia and Montevideo
Ok, so I am a few posts behind, but am going to try to get all caught up.
Monday morning I was heading to Colonia de Sacramento, in Uruguay, Colonia for short. TO get there I was taking BuqueBus, which is an hour boat ride across from B.A. to Colonia. I arrive at the port and proceed to get my tickets, barely making the 11:15 boat.
On the boat I meet Ed and Tom, two guys from England and decide to chill with them. Like everyone else I´ve met, they have been traveling for an extended period of time. Umm, I am starting to like this idea of traveling for six months. Anyway, the one hour trip is short and we get off the boat and walk to the hostel. The town is so small you can actually walk around. Unlike most other towns, I usually have to navigate the bus, metro or taxi system to get where I need to go, but finally I get to use my feet. The hostel we are staying in, Hotel Colonia, is only about 6 blocks away from the port.
We get there and check in. It´s actually nice today, the sun is shining and it´s a perfect day for walking around the old city. We actually decide to break for lunch before we head out to walk around. Colonia is the cutest little town I´ve seen, it almost reminds me of some of the towns in Eastern Europe.
The fog starts toroll in as we head out on our walking tour. Once you enter the old city, the streets all turn into cobblestone. There are artesians shops everwhere trying you to purchase their wares. I wish you guys could see some of the photos, because I got some great shots. We see the walls of the city, the convent, the light house, etc... We head back to the hostel and decide to pick up some wine. Well it turns into a night of drinking. Mike had told me the one place I had to go was El Drugstore, a resteraunt that is amazing.
After the drinking game ended, Ed and I headed out to find the Drugstore, some how we stumbled upon it and began to feast. We did a meal for 2 and was about 25 dollars, which included a bottle of wine. It was great. Made it back to the hostel and straight to bed.
The next day (Tuesday) I was headed to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay. First I decided to walk around some more before heading out. It was really foggy that morning and at 11 am the streets were dead. It was kind of eerie, but also pretty cool. I walked around a bit more and then headed back to the hostel to say goodbye to Tom and Ed. Off to my bus for Montevideo.
At the bus station I met Britta, a girl from Germany. We started talking and realized that we were going to be staying at the same hostel. We made it to Montevideo and headed to our hostel. It was pretty cool. Again we were both hungry, so we went straight to lunch and then walked around. It´s a big city, but also has an old city, which at night can be a bit dodgy. We headed back to the hostel and decided to watch a movie. Oddly enough we chose Hostel, the Quintin Tarintino horror flick about staying in a hostel, that ends up as a torture chamber. It´s pretty bad and I don´t recommend it.
Wednesday, we slept late, realizing that there really wasn´t a whole lot to do. Britta and I decided to go to Ciudad Viejo (old city) and walk around there. It was pretty cool, they have this mausleum for one of their generals, who won a bunch of battles, not quite sure from who. So we walked for a bunch, saw some of the landmarks and then had a churro. Now these aren´t like the churros in the states, oh no, they stuff them with either Chocolate, or Dulce de Leche. Now, dulce de leche is amazing and I am talking a stockpile back with me, so everyone can try it. These churros were insane, I think after eating it, I was in a sugar coma. Wednesday night I was getting my 12 hour bus to Porto Alegre, Brazil.
Thursday and Friday, I arrived in Porto Alegre, got a hostel, that´s more like a hotel, no one speaks English, and I don´t speak Portugese, so it is a bug crappy. It´s also raining, which sucks even more, because there isn´t a whole lot to do. So basically I´ve been reading and sleeping and walking around the city, trying to kill some time. I have seen some of the old stuff, the Mercado, some nice church, etc. The usual. I leave tomorrow for Rio and can´t wait. It´s going to be 80 and I am going to lie on a beach and drink Capriniha.
Monday morning I was heading to Colonia de Sacramento, in Uruguay, Colonia for short. TO get there I was taking BuqueBus, which is an hour boat ride across from B.A. to Colonia. I arrive at the port and proceed to get my tickets, barely making the 11:15 boat.
On the boat I meet Ed and Tom, two guys from England and decide to chill with them. Like everyone else I´ve met, they have been traveling for an extended period of time. Umm, I am starting to like this idea of traveling for six months. Anyway, the one hour trip is short and we get off the boat and walk to the hostel. The town is so small you can actually walk around. Unlike most other towns, I usually have to navigate the bus, metro or taxi system to get where I need to go, but finally I get to use my feet. The hostel we are staying in, Hotel Colonia, is only about 6 blocks away from the port.
We get there and check in. It´s actually nice today, the sun is shining and it´s a perfect day for walking around the old city. We actually decide to break for lunch before we head out to walk around. Colonia is the cutest little town I´ve seen, it almost reminds me of some of the towns in Eastern Europe.
The fog starts toroll in as we head out on our walking tour. Once you enter the old city, the streets all turn into cobblestone. There are artesians shops everwhere trying you to purchase their wares. I wish you guys could see some of the photos, because I got some great shots. We see the walls of the city, the convent, the light house, etc... We head back to the hostel and decide to pick up some wine. Well it turns into a night of drinking. Mike had told me the one place I had to go was El Drugstore, a resteraunt that is amazing.
After the drinking game ended, Ed and I headed out to find the Drugstore, some how we stumbled upon it and began to feast. We did a meal for 2 and was about 25 dollars, which included a bottle of wine. It was great. Made it back to the hostel and straight to bed.
The next day (Tuesday) I was headed to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay. First I decided to walk around some more before heading out. It was really foggy that morning and at 11 am the streets were dead. It was kind of eerie, but also pretty cool. I walked around a bit more and then headed back to the hostel to say goodbye to Tom and Ed. Off to my bus for Montevideo.
At the bus station I met Britta, a girl from Germany. We started talking and realized that we were going to be staying at the same hostel. We made it to Montevideo and headed to our hostel. It was pretty cool. Again we were both hungry, so we went straight to lunch and then walked around. It´s a big city, but also has an old city, which at night can be a bit dodgy. We headed back to the hostel and decided to watch a movie. Oddly enough we chose Hostel, the Quintin Tarintino horror flick about staying in a hostel, that ends up as a torture chamber. It´s pretty bad and I don´t recommend it.
Wednesday, we slept late, realizing that there really wasn´t a whole lot to do. Britta and I decided to go to Ciudad Viejo (old city) and walk around there. It was pretty cool, they have this mausleum for one of their generals, who won a bunch of battles, not quite sure from who. So we walked for a bunch, saw some of the landmarks and then had a churro. Now these aren´t like the churros in the states, oh no, they stuff them with either Chocolate, or Dulce de Leche. Now, dulce de leche is amazing and I am talking a stockpile back with me, so everyone can try it. These churros were insane, I think after eating it, I was in a sugar coma. Wednesday night I was getting my 12 hour bus to Porto Alegre, Brazil.
Thursday and Friday, I arrived in Porto Alegre, got a hostel, that´s more like a hotel, no one speaks English, and I don´t speak Portugese, so it is a bug crappy. It´s also raining, which sucks even more, because there isn´t a whole lot to do. So basically I´ve been reading and sleeping and walking around the city, trying to kill some time. I have seen some of the old stuff, the Mercado, some nice church, etc. The usual. I leave tomorrow for Rio and can´t wait. It´s going to be 80 and I am going to lie on a beach and drink Capriniha.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Boca Game
Ok, so after only getting about 3 1/2 hours sleep, I had to get ready to go to the Boca Juniors Game. For those of you that don´t know, or haven´t read my brother´s email, Boca Juniors is an Argentina football team, and is probably one of the most well known, in the Libertador Cup, which is the South American Cup. This game isn´t really all that important, because they play in the finals for the Libertador Cup on wedneday, and this is just a game for the Argentina Cup. Still it is an opportunity to see a football game in S. America.
ALso it was an opportunity to see them in their stadium, The Bombonera, which means chocolate box. Today they are playing Belligrano, a team from Cordaba. Their fans area already jammed packed into the opposing team cheering section. You see because of past violence, the opposing fans are sat seperatly from the Boca fans. In fact there are guards that are lined near the wall that seperates the two sides. Along with a 8 foot glass wall and barbed wire. They don´t joke around here. We get there early. It´s a beautiful sunny day,so we are lucky. Kick off is at 2 and by that time the rowdy Boca fans are present as well. Each team has songs that they sing and jump up and down to. Unfortunatly we were in the mild section, no jumping. So it was exciting to see the fans yell, scream and sing all throughout the game. Boca scores a goal and everyone is on their feet, yelling. It´s great fun. The rest of the game was pretty slow, a good couple shots on goal, a few bad goals, that go heckling from the crowds, but other than that, pretty boring. Still it was one of the things that I wanted to see when I was there. It should be something everyone does in S. America!
ALso it was an opportunity to see them in their stadium, The Bombonera, which means chocolate box. Today they are playing Belligrano, a team from Cordaba. Their fans area already jammed packed into the opposing team cheering section. You see because of past violence, the opposing fans are sat seperatly from the Boca fans. In fact there are guards that are lined near the wall that seperates the two sides. Along with a 8 foot glass wall and barbed wire. They don´t joke around here. We get there early. It´s a beautiful sunny day,so we are lucky. Kick off is at 2 and by that time the rowdy Boca fans are present as well. Each team has songs that they sing and jump up and down to. Unfortunatly we were in the mild section, no jumping. So it was exciting to see the fans yell, scream and sing all throughout the game. Boca scores a goal and everyone is on their feet, yelling. It´s great fun. The rest of the game was pretty slow, a good couple shots on goal, a few bad goals, that go heckling from the crowds, but other than that, pretty boring. Still it was one of the things that I wanted to see when I was there. It should be something everyone does in S. America!
Argentina House Party
Saturday night it was Joe´s birthday and he was having people over before heading out to this house party. Vogel had graduation so I headed to Joe´s before Vogel. I show up and it is all Argentinians, which is great, because maybe I will learn some more spanish and be able to participate in the conversation. Joe fixes us some drinks, Brian (another teacher) comes in, along with more Argentines. We hang out, chatting (ok, so I am just trying to understand what is being said), drinking, your typical chill party. Vogel comes and we are off the the party.
I have no idea where I am so of course I am sticking close to the people I know. It is a $5 peso cover charge, which I am okay with. We pay and head into the house. It´s huge! There is a pool in back, with another lounge type area, a kitchen, upstairs and everything. They have a DJ, who is rockin the 80´s, so far it´s fantastic.
Now where the hell is the beer??? We search and finally head to the kitchen where the beer is being stored. Straightaway I begin talking to some Argentin guys, who try to speak Spanish with me and I am doing okay, but then we switch to English. Can´t remember his name, but he actually lives in Barcelona now and is visiting due to some sad circumstances. He is nice and keeps refilling my beer. Vogel and everyone else keep checking up on me to make sure that I am okay. I begin talking to another guy, Emiliano, who spent time in Canada and whos English is pretty good.
Time for dancing. They are no longer playing 80´s, but it´s music I can dance to. We dance, drink and dance some more. I am having a blast. I dance with Emiliano, I think he might like me. Then it all stops. Lights come on and these two girls dressed sort of like clowns come out and do this whole routine. It is so funny, peolpe are laughing and truely enjoying themselves. Of course, I only get bits and pieces because it is in Spanish. Lights go down, music turns back on. Dancing continues, more tradition music, but is still fun. Emiliano spins me around the dance floor and still having a blast.
I go to get more beer and meet another guy, again couldn´t tell you his name, but he was hot. Ladies, haven´t seen the Brazilian men yet, but so far the men in Argentina have been pretty damn good looking. Well he starts dancing with me again twirling me around. (Guys, this is what us ladies want is a guys who is willing to twirl us around). I think a smile was glued to my face. He asked me if American women date younger men (he was 24 and Emiliano 22). I said some do, and then he asked me if I had a boyfriend....ummm.....no......just dating. Well it´s time to go, and Emiliano finds me and wants to go out with me before I leave, I give him Vogel´s number and vice versa, we plan for sunday. It´s 5:30, time for bed. Ok, maybe one last beer at Blonda, a bar neer Vogels. 6 am, time for bed, I have to get up in 3 hours for the Boca game.
I have no idea where I am so of course I am sticking close to the people I know. It is a $5 peso cover charge, which I am okay with. We pay and head into the house. It´s huge! There is a pool in back, with another lounge type area, a kitchen, upstairs and everything. They have a DJ, who is rockin the 80´s, so far it´s fantastic.
Now where the hell is the beer??? We search and finally head to the kitchen where the beer is being stored. Straightaway I begin talking to some Argentin guys, who try to speak Spanish with me and I am doing okay, but then we switch to English. Can´t remember his name, but he actually lives in Barcelona now and is visiting due to some sad circumstances. He is nice and keeps refilling my beer. Vogel and everyone else keep checking up on me to make sure that I am okay. I begin talking to another guy, Emiliano, who spent time in Canada and whos English is pretty good.
Time for dancing. They are no longer playing 80´s, but it´s music I can dance to. We dance, drink and dance some more. I am having a blast. I dance with Emiliano, I think he might like me. Then it all stops. Lights come on and these two girls dressed sort of like clowns come out and do this whole routine. It is so funny, peolpe are laughing and truely enjoying themselves. Of course, I only get bits and pieces because it is in Spanish. Lights go down, music turns back on. Dancing continues, more tradition music, but is still fun. Emiliano spins me around the dance floor and still having a blast.
I go to get more beer and meet another guy, again couldn´t tell you his name, but he was hot. Ladies, haven´t seen the Brazilian men yet, but so far the men in Argentina have been pretty damn good looking. Well he starts dancing with me again twirling me around. (Guys, this is what us ladies want is a guys who is willing to twirl us around). I think a smile was glued to my face. He asked me if American women date younger men (he was 24 and Emiliano 22). I said some do, and then he asked me if I had a boyfriend....ummm.....no......just dating. Well it´s time to go, and Emiliano finds me and wants to go out with me before I leave, I give him Vogel´s number and vice versa, we plan for sunday. It´s 5:30, time for bed. Ok, maybe one last beer at Blonda, a bar neer Vogels. 6 am, time for bed, I have to get up in 3 hours for the Boca game.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Buenos Aires
On thursday night I left Cordoba and grabbed a bus to Buenos Aires. Everyone told me that I was going to love B.A. and keeping true to their word I do. It´s a fantastic city, that is very European like. Everywhere you turn there are statues of somekind and large, regal looking buildings.
I arrived Friday morning and proceeded to get a taxi to Vogel´s house (Mike´s roommate from Rome). THey tell me it´s about 30 pesos, I have no idea where exactly it is, so I say okay. Well I get in the taxi and ask the drive how much is it? 30 pesos? He replies "Yes", ok. Well we arrive at the location and he then tells me is´s 50 pesos. I was like "No, you said 30 pesos" mind you I don´t speak Spanish well enough to argue in it, so I just kept saying no. Well it was a bit my fault, because he didn´t have the meter on, which usually they do. SO I pay my 30 pesos and get the hell out of the cab. A lesson learned, make sure the meter is on!
Vogel lives in Las Carnitas a very nice neighborhood in the Palermo, very trendy, loads of resteraunts and bars. Mike had keys that he gave me, so I go ahead and let myself in, not quite sure whether Vogel is there or not. It´s a cute place. I put my stuff down and start to read about B.A. trying to figure out what I was going to do that day. I am rummaging around, when I hear something up stairs, we both kind of freaked each other out, becaues I didn´t know he was home and he forgot that I would be there early in the morning. He had to go to school that day, so we grabbed some coffee and medialunes and he went his way and I went mine. Clair and Aiden were also going to be in B.A. and we had planned to meet up. ( I met them in Foz de Igaussu). So off I went to explore the wonderful city of B.A.
I headed into the Microcentre, which is basically the main part of the city. I took the metro in and walked to see El Pensador. THis is Rodin´s thinker. Apparently he had a great relationship with Argentina and has many statues and other pieces of art throughout the city. I found that, and then off to find Aiden and Claire. We then went shopping in the Palermo, another area that is known for its shopping. We were going out that night and decided that I probably needed some shoes. As a backpacker it is hard to pack for muliple things and still keep your pack light. But I had heard that B.A. has a rockin night life and they all dressed fairly well. So we walked and shopped and then headed in our seperate directions. I was going to Sushi with Mike and his teacher friends and then out dancing. So like most South American countries, dinner starts at 10ish and you don´t even go out until 2 or 3. It is quite mad really and a lifestyle that I am not used to. But alas it has to be done! We went to sushi and this club Niceto, which was pretty good. I actually didn´t get too drunk, because I just wanted to dance and have a good time. We didn´t get home until just after 5 and then off to bed.
I arrived Friday morning and proceeded to get a taxi to Vogel´s house (Mike´s roommate from Rome). THey tell me it´s about 30 pesos, I have no idea where exactly it is, so I say okay. Well I get in the taxi and ask the drive how much is it? 30 pesos? He replies "Yes", ok. Well we arrive at the location and he then tells me is´s 50 pesos. I was like "No, you said 30 pesos" mind you I don´t speak Spanish well enough to argue in it, so I just kept saying no. Well it was a bit my fault, because he didn´t have the meter on, which usually they do. SO I pay my 30 pesos and get the hell out of the cab. A lesson learned, make sure the meter is on!
Vogel lives in Las Carnitas a very nice neighborhood in the Palermo, very trendy, loads of resteraunts and bars. Mike had keys that he gave me, so I go ahead and let myself in, not quite sure whether Vogel is there or not. It´s a cute place. I put my stuff down and start to read about B.A. trying to figure out what I was going to do that day. I am rummaging around, when I hear something up stairs, we both kind of freaked each other out, becaues I didn´t know he was home and he forgot that I would be there early in the morning. He had to go to school that day, so we grabbed some coffee and medialunes and he went his way and I went mine. Clair and Aiden were also going to be in B.A. and we had planned to meet up. ( I met them in Foz de Igaussu). So off I went to explore the wonderful city of B.A.
I headed into the Microcentre, which is basically the main part of the city. I took the metro in and walked to see El Pensador. THis is Rodin´s thinker. Apparently he had a great relationship with Argentina and has many statues and other pieces of art throughout the city. I found that, and then off to find Aiden and Claire. We then went shopping in the Palermo, another area that is known for its shopping. We were going out that night and decided that I probably needed some shoes. As a backpacker it is hard to pack for muliple things and still keep your pack light. But I had heard that B.A. has a rockin night life and they all dressed fairly well. So we walked and shopped and then headed in our seperate directions. I was going to Sushi with Mike and his teacher friends and then out dancing. So like most South American countries, dinner starts at 10ish and you don´t even go out until 2 or 3. It is quite mad really and a lifestyle that I am not used to. But alas it has to be done! We went to sushi and this club Niceto, which was pretty good. I actually didn´t get too drunk, because I just wanted to dance and have a good time. We didn´t get home until just after 5 and then off to bed.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Cordaba and Che's house
Wednesday 6/6/2007
On Wednesday morning, we arrived in Cordoba and headed straight to our hostel. The bus ride over was good. In Argentina, the bus systems, and buses are pretty nice. In fact you can basically get a first class bus ride. On this ride we chose, a cami, which basically means, you get a hot meal, your seats recline back a little bit further and you get wine. Sweet! Plus they are only about 10 pesos more which is about 3 dollars more.
I rode on the bus with another American, Jackie, who by the way is only 18! I know that Mom is worried about me now, but there is no way in hell that she would let me come down here at 18. Anyway, Jackie is a cool girl and speaks Spanish pretty fluently. Granted mine is okay,but having someone that can speak fluently with you,is much nicer. We stayed at this hostel Baluchi, which is an Israel ran hostel (apprently there is a large population of Israels and they own a lot of hostels). It was cool, it had this sweet bar on top, that would be completely kick ass in the summer. Anyway, we then get the local colective (small bus) out to Alta Gracia, which is about 35km outside of Cordaba. Che, who was a revolutionary. He was a very educated and driven man. He traveled throughout S. American as well as Central American and discovered many socio-economic problems, that could only be solved through a revolution. He ended up joining Fidel Castro's Revolutionary movement, which seized power in Cuba. He wrote many books about Guerrilla warfare. He was than captured in Bolivia, where he was later than assisnated. He is now an icon for socialist movements. The movie "The Motorcycle Diaries" is based on his travels on his motorbike.
He was born in Rosario, but had severe asthma, which led them to move to Cordoba, Alta Garcia. Here he went to school, played sports and excelled in school. His house is where we went and it is pretty cool. I was trying to add the picture of his motorcycle in which he rode on through the continent, but it wouldn't load. The museum tells all about his life and how he got involved in the revolution. He believed that everyone deserved an equal chance and that as young, educated people we much continue the revolution and the fight for socio-economic equality.
Anyway it was great, because on Wednesdays all the museums are free! After that we just walked around the town and had lunch. We headed back to the hostel, where we walked around Cordoba some more. Cordoba is full of young people, as it is a university town. Almost similar to Stanford or the like. It actually has the most universities in the country. It is also a very walkable town, which is what we did.
That night Jackie taught us how to make empanadas, which are basically a pastry stuffed with what ever you want. You can find them here for less than 20 cents. Anyway we made them and just hung out. There were a bunch of Irish lads at our hostel as well, so we were hanging with them. They are deceided to go out while I stayed in due to a cold which I acquired. The next day, I just walked the city and again took it easy, as I was heading to Buenos Aires that night and new that B.A. would be quite busy. Good thing I slept on the bus the whole way over.
New tally of travel time.
Last tally 54 hours.
Salta-Cordaba 12 hours
Cordoba- Buenos AIres 10 hours
Grand total is 72 hours.
On Wednesday morning, we arrived in Cordoba and headed straight to our hostel. The bus ride over was good. In Argentina, the bus systems, and buses are pretty nice. In fact you can basically get a first class bus ride. On this ride we chose, a cami, which basically means, you get a hot meal, your seats recline back a little bit further and you get wine. Sweet! Plus they are only about 10 pesos more which is about 3 dollars more.
I rode on the bus with another American, Jackie, who by the way is only 18! I know that Mom is worried about me now, but there is no way in hell that she would let me come down here at 18. Anyway, Jackie is a cool girl and speaks Spanish pretty fluently. Granted mine is okay,but having someone that can speak fluently with you,is much nicer. We stayed at this hostel Baluchi, which is an Israel ran hostel (apprently there is a large population of Israels and they own a lot of hostels). It was cool, it had this sweet bar on top, that would be completely kick ass in the summer. Anyway, we then get the local colective (small bus) out to Alta Gracia, which is about 35km outside of Cordaba. Che, who was a revolutionary. He was a very educated and driven man. He traveled throughout S. American as well as Central American and discovered many socio-economic problems, that could only be solved through a revolution. He ended up joining Fidel Castro's Revolutionary movement, which seized power in Cuba. He wrote many books about Guerrilla warfare. He was than captured in Bolivia, where he was later than assisnated. He is now an icon for socialist movements. The movie "The Motorcycle Diaries" is based on his travels on his motorbike.
He was born in Rosario, but had severe asthma, which led them to move to Cordoba, Alta Garcia. Here he went to school, played sports and excelled in school. His house is where we went and it is pretty cool. I was trying to add the picture of his motorcycle in which he rode on through the continent, but it wouldn't load. The museum tells all about his life and how he got involved in the revolution. He believed that everyone deserved an equal chance and that as young, educated people we much continue the revolution and the fight for socio-economic equality.
Anyway it was great, because on Wednesdays all the museums are free! After that we just walked around the town and had lunch. We headed back to the hostel, where we walked around Cordoba some more. Cordoba is full of young people, as it is a university town. Almost similar to Stanford or the like. It actually has the most universities in the country. It is also a very walkable town, which is what we did.
That night Jackie taught us how to make empanadas, which are basically a pastry stuffed with what ever you want. You can find them here for less than 20 cents. Anyway we made them and just hung out. There were a bunch of Irish lads at our hostel as well, so we were hanging with them. They are deceided to go out while I stayed in due to a cold which I acquired. The next day, I just walked the city and again took it easy, as I was heading to Buenos Aires that night and new that B.A. would be quite busy. Good thing I slept on the bus the whole way over.
New tally of travel time.
Last tally 54 hours.
Salta-Cordaba 12 hours
Cordoba- Buenos AIres 10 hours
Grand total is 72 hours.
Watch out for the dog shit!
5/6/2007, Tuesday
Ok, so just a little side note about South America. One thing that I've noticed in all the cities that I've been, is that there are tremendous amount of stray dogs. I am talking about all kinds, you've got your little yappy dogs, to your, wholly crap I don't want to mess with that dog, large dogs, German Shepards, etc. And they are everywhere! In fact in Salta we had one of these dogs follow us for about 15 blocks before it just disappeared. Now along with the dogs, comes all their dog shit. Some believe that most people (tourists) will step in it sooner or later and that's probably the worst thing that is going to happen to you. So far I think I've dodge most of it.
In Buenos Aires it's a bit different, I haven't seen as many stray dogs, but they have these dog walkers, or paseaperros. These are professional dog walkers, who usually walk dogs for those living in apartments, that like to own pets, just don't want to walk them. They are everywhere, but usually in the nicer areas, such as the Palermo or Recoleta. You can see them with up to 20 dogs at a time. It's totally insane. They also have these 'dog parks' it's in quotes, because I wouldn't consider what we would call a dog park in the states. They consist of these fenced in areas and contain around 50-60 dogs. They are in the park, but are in a small area, the whole park is not dedicated to the dogs.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Salta y Cafayate
So I´ve been in Salta since Saturday morning and it´s been pretty great. The town itself, is by far the nicest I´´ve seen so far. It has a very nice city center and the hostel where I am staying is grand. Saturday night I ate carne! So I´ve had my first experience with beef in 10+ years. At our hostel they had an all-you-can-eat bbq, which was awesome, there was ensalada, carne y chorizo, all of which were fantastic. I met loads of great people, including Sam and Rachel, whom shared a dorm with me. We also drank the local beer, cerveza de Salta, which is actually quite good. After dinner they had traditional folk music and dancing which was awesome. Mind you we ate dinner at 10:00. After the music we hung out and continued to drink and then everyone from our hostel went out on the town. We went to this cool little bar, and then out to a disco, Mystic, which was very good. Of course they played mostly Spanish music, but it was still fun. Made it home at 6:00am and slept until half past 12. I was suppose to originally hire a car to drive to Cachi and Cayfayate with some other girls, but it ended up to be quite difficult. On Sundays here (South America) all the shops are closed, so it was really a lazy day. We went up the telefonica, which is a cable car and has a view of the whole city, and then climbed back down, over 1000 steps. Since the cold spell in Paraguay, it has been quite nice here and looks to be for the next few weeks. In fact I think I will be getting beach time in Rio and possible Uruguay as well. So instead of hiring a car, Rachel, Sam and I went on a tour of Cafayate. Again, another amazing place. It is almost like the Grand Canyon, but has the most amazing colors in the mountains. I took loads of pictures and as soon as I can, I will send them out. It is about a four hour car ride, but we stopped so many times to take pictures and at the end of the day, I think it was much nicer than hiring a car, because our guide pointed out some things that we would have otherwised missed. In Cafayate, they are known for their wine, so we went to three different winerys which were quite good. They are known for a white, Tollarantes and a red Malbec, which are good. They also make a Cab and a blend, both of which I bought. Cafayate is also a pretty little town and for lunch we all tried different local cuisine at this place our guide recommended. After that we walked around the square and then went to the ice cream shop and I had the wine icecream, which they are known for. It was really good, and tasted just like the wine.
My spanish is getting a little better, but I think when I get home I might take some classes, because I definately want to come back to S. America.
Tonight I am off to Cordoba, orginally I was going to go to Mendoza, which is near the Andes, but decided to go to Cordoba instead. It´s another 12 hour bus ride, whoppee, but this time we went the expensive route and are going on a cami bus. What that means is the seats recline all the way back and you get food and drink. It is only 10 pesos more, which isn´t even 5 bucks. Well I am off the relax a bit. I hope all is well with everyone, only a few more weeks and then it´s back home. :(
My spanish is getting a little better, but I think when I get home I might take some classes, because I definately want to come back to S. America.
Tonight I am off to Cordoba, orginally I was going to go to Mendoza, which is near the Andes, but decided to go to Cordoba instead. It´s another 12 hour bus ride, whoppee, but this time we went the expensive route and are going on a cami bus. What that means is the seats recline all the way back and you get food and drink. It is only 10 pesos more, which isn´t even 5 bucks. Well I am off the relax a bit. I hope all is well with everyone, only a few more weeks and then it´s back home. :(
Friday, June 1, 2007
Border Crossings
1 Junio 2007
So today I begin my jouney to Salta. But let me tell you a bit about Asuncion and the visit with Mikey and Kate. I arrived late on Tuesday night and Mikey came and picked me up at the bus station, from there we went and grabbed a falafal because I really hadn´t eaten too much real food . (Basically I am surviving on Dulce de Leche cookies, bread and cheese). So it was nice to get some real food into my system. The next morning(days are beginning to run together, I know the date just not the day) Mike had to go teach a class in the morning so I slept a bit longer then we went to a local place for cappaccino and mediaunes (which are super yummy, like a mini crosiant, but a bit sweeter). He had to go back and teach which is when I got to experience the South American mall experience. To be honest it wasn´t any different then a mall in America. Kate told me that adults actually go on dates to the food court in the mall, hmmm, I think if someone I was dating took me to the mall foodcourt that would be a deal breaker.
So the mall was interesting, but really no different than an American mall. However, ever time I went into the store, the sales ladies would hover over me.
Not sure if you all know, but it is winter down here and it´s freaking freezing. I don´t think I was prepared for it to be this cold. Luckily Kate has lent me a fleece and some gloves, being as I head to B.A. it is only going to get colder.
Ok, sorry a little tangent there....So back to Asuncion, after the mall we went to Mike and Kate´s school, where Mike showed me around and introduced me to some of the other teachers and what not. We left the car with Kate and walked back to their house, which is about 10 minutes away. For dinner that night, we went to Mexican (yep, I had mexican food in South America). It was actually pretty good, I had chicken with this brown sauce that is a bit sweet, thanks for the recommendation Conner. I also got to meet a bunch more of the teachers that Mike and Kate hang out with.
The next day was pretty much similar. However, Mikey and I did head into downtown Asuncion, and what a metropolis! Ok, maybe not so much, but it does have some nice buildings, but everthing is sort of run down and no one really takes care of anything. But if you ever need to get money changed this is the place to go. On ever corner, or about every 10 feet, a man with a bag, would ask "Cambio" no joke it was every ten feet. We ate at this place called Lido Bar, which is famous for this fish soup. Kind of like clam chowder, but it is a white fish, that is pretty much the only fish that Paraguay is famous for. Then we walked around a bit more. Looking at some of the federal buildings that they have there. Right next to the feds are these shanty towns, with just stacks and stacks of super small little houses. Next, it was off to yoga. Kate (for those of you who don´t know, she is Mike´s girlfriend and is pretty awesome. I am only the third member of our family to meet her). She is a yoga instructor and teaches yoga twice a week at the school. It was a good workout and relaxing as well. After that we went back to the house to relax and then off to Pizza for dinner. Again, it was damn good, and for four of us, with 2 larger beers, agua sin gas (no bubbles) and 2 pizzas, the total was about 60,000 Guarni, which is about 15 bucks. Much cheaper than Brazil.
This morning I got up at 5 am to catch my bus at 6am for Resistencia, what is here, don´t really know, it is where I get to catch my connecting bus to Salta. Again I had to cross the border, this time was a bit different and took much longer. I´ve traveled in Europe and don´t ever remember having to show my passport when traveling via train/bus across the border, but here you do. Here´s the story. Get to the border, everyone gets off the bus (apparently I am the only one with a passport, the rest are locals of either Paraguay or Argentina). We go to the immigration of Paraguay to get our exit stamp, easy enough (so now I have two stamps from Paraguay, an entrance and exit). Then we go to the window next door which is for entrance into Argentina, I give them my passport and the look at it, stamp it and take it telling me to go back to the bus. So I am thinking this is a bit dodgy, I need my passport. Ummm, so I am standing there, but decided to go back to the bus, where they tell us we need to grab our stuff off the bus. Okay, now I am more confused, but then I realize, it´s Argentina, they want to search our stuff (been through this once already). So we wait.....still waiting.....finally the little guy comes we run our bags through the x-ray machine and grab them and throw them back on the bus. I then go back down and secure my passport (just needed to make sure I wasn´t smuggling anything into the country, but apparently I did, apples!!!!). Great, we made it through immigration we can get back on the bus and continue with our trip. Uh, not the case. About 15 minutes later we have to stop again to make sure our papers are in order and once again for them to search our bags, this time they have a dog. (Still the apples made it through). So, I am good, they look at me, look for the entry stamps and send me over to the other side. Now we can get on the bus to go to Resistencia. These bus trips are interesting, becaues we will stop and drop people off in the middle of nowhere, or people get on the bus from the middle of nowhere, selling all kinds of stuff.
Well let me give you a recap of the total amount I´ve been traveling so far, this includes air travel.
San Fran to El Salvador= 5 hours
El Salvador to Peru= 4 hours
Peru to Brazil= 5 Hours
Sao Paulo to Foz de Iguacu = 15 hours (BUS)
Foz to Asuncion =5 hours (bus)
Asuncion to Resistencia 5 hours (bus)
Resistencia to Salta= 15 hours (bus)
Total hours traveled = 54 hours
I will keep updating you as the the total travel time.
So today I begin my jouney to Salta. But let me tell you a bit about Asuncion and the visit with Mikey and Kate. I arrived late on Tuesday night and Mikey came and picked me up at the bus station, from there we went and grabbed a falafal because I really hadn´t eaten too much real food . (Basically I am surviving on Dulce de Leche cookies, bread and cheese). So it was nice to get some real food into my system. The next morning(days are beginning to run together, I know the date just not the day) Mike had to go teach a class in the morning so I slept a bit longer then we went to a local place for cappaccino and mediaunes (which are super yummy, like a mini crosiant, but a bit sweeter). He had to go back and teach which is when I got to experience the South American mall experience. To be honest it wasn´t any different then a mall in America. Kate told me that adults actually go on dates to the food court in the mall, hmmm, I think if someone I was dating took me to the mall foodcourt that would be a deal breaker.
So the mall was interesting, but really no different than an American mall. However, ever time I went into the store, the sales ladies would hover over me.
Not sure if you all know, but it is winter down here and it´s freaking freezing. I don´t think I was prepared for it to be this cold. Luckily Kate has lent me a fleece and some gloves, being as I head to B.A. it is only going to get colder.
Ok, sorry a little tangent there....So back to Asuncion, after the mall we went to Mike and Kate´s school, where Mike showed me around and introduced me to some of the other teachers and what not. We left the car with Kate and walked back to their house, which is about 10 minutes away. For dinner that night, we went to Mexican (yep, I had mexican food in South America). It was actually pretty good, I had chicken with this brown sauce that is a bit sweet, thanks for the recommendation Conner. I also got to meet a bunch more of the teachers that Mike and Kate hang out with.
The next day was pretty much similar. However, Mikey and I did head into downtown Asuncion, and what a metropolis! Ok, maybe not so much, but it does have some nice buildings, but everthing is sort of run down and no one really takes care of anything. But if you ever need to get money changed this is the place to go. On ever corner, or about every 10 feet, a man with a bag, would ask "Cambio" no joke it was every ten feet. We ate at this place called Lido Bar, which is famous for this fish soup. Kind of like clam chowder, but it is a white fish, that is pretty much the only fish that Paraguay is famous for. Then we walked around a bit more. Looking at some of the federal buildings that they have there. Right next to the feds are these shanty towns, with just stacks and stacks of super small little houses. Next, it was off to yoga. Kate (for those of you who don´t know, she is Mike´s girlfriend and is pretty awesome. I am only the third member of our family to meet her). She is a yoga instructor and teaches yoga twice a week at the school. It was a good workout and relaxing as well. After that we went back to the house to relax and then off to Pizza for dinner. Again, it was damn good, and for four of us, with 2 larger beers, agua sin gas (no bubbles) and 2 pizzas, the total was about 60,000 Guarni, which is about 15 bucks. Much cheaper than Brazil.
This morning I got up at 5 am to catch my bus at 6am for Resistencia, what is here, don´t really know, it is where I get to catch my connecting bus to Salta. Again I had to cross the border, this time was a bit different and took much longer. I´ve traveled in Europe and don´t ever remember having to show my passport when traveling via train/bus across the border, but here you do. Here´s the story. Get to the border, everyone gets off the bus (apparently I am the only one with a passport, the rest are locals of either Paraguay or Argentina). We go to the immigration of Paraguay to get our exit stamp, easy enough (so now I have two stamps from Paraguay, an entrance and exit). Then we go to the window next door which is for entrance into Argentina, I give them my passport and the look at it, stamp it and take it telling me to go back to the bus. So I am thinking this is a bit dodgy, I need my passport. Ummm, so I am standing there, but decided to go back to the bus, where they tell us we need to grab our stuff off the bus. Okay, now I am more confused, but then I realize, it´s Argentina, they want to search our stuff (been through this once already). So we wait.....still waiting.....finally the little guy comes we run our bags through the x-ray machine and grab them and throw them back on the bus. I then go back down and secure my passport (just needed to make sure I wasn´t smuggling anything into the country, but apparently I did, apples!!!!). Great, we made it through immigration we can get back on the bus and continue with our trip. Uh, not the case. About 15 minutes later we have to stop again to make sure our papers are in order and once again for them to search our bags, this time they have a dog. (Still the apples made it through). So, I am good, they look at me, look for the entry stamps and send me over to the other side. Now we can get on the bus to go to Resistencia. These bus trips are interesting, becaues we will stop and drop people off in the middle of nowhere, or people get on the bus from the middle of nowhere, selling all kinds of stuff.
Well let me give you a recap of the total amount I´ve been traveling so far, this includes air travel.
San Fran to El Salvador= 5 hours
El Salvador to Peru= 4 hours
Peru to Brazil= 5 Hours
Sao Paulo to Foz de Iguacu = 15 hours (BUS)
Foz to Asuncion =5 hours (bus)
Asuncion to Resistencia 5 hours (bus)
Resistencia to Salta= 15 hours (bus)
Total hours traveled = 54 hours
I will keep updating you as the the total travel time.
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