I’m not exactly sure when I last wrote but I think it was before I reached Buenos Aires, which was almost a month ago. My grand plan was to keep these blogs in order, more for me than you (sorry) but sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you planned. At least that’s the story of my life.
Traveling in South America has been an incredible experience. Even the experiences and places I’ve been that haven’t been all that have been an integral part of this journey. And the people I’ve met along the way? I couldn’t replace them if I tried. As I type, I am now traveling solo once again, something I haven’t done in eight weeks. I didn’t even realize that I had it in me to be around someone for that long, especially when you consider it was pretty much 24-7. Most married couples don’t spend that much time together. It was a good experience though and I couldn’t have asked for a better traveling buddy than Ross. He’s in Rio now enjoying his last week of his journey (at Carnaval, of course) and I’m sure is getting a little nervous about heading back to Ireland (it seems as they have more problems there than in the States).
My journey should have ended almost a month ago. However, there are some things that you can and should put off and one of them for me was going home. I could have done things a little differently and might have been able to fit in everything I wanted to do but I’m so glad I didn’t make that flight. I do hope I make this one though. I’m patiently awaiting a TACA flight to Guayaguil, Ecuador, that is supposed to take off at 11 o’clock this morning. From there, I am hoping to find a dive shop so I can get certified for open water diving. It’s amazing how quickly 18 years slips by. I had taken the course and the test once before but due to a broken leg wasn’t able to do my logged dives. I’ve been scuba diving several times but apparently you have to have your license here, so I figured what the heck! I also want to spend several days in the Galapagos Islands so it looks like my plans to hang out in Columbia have been cut in half already. I will have to travel up that way, as I do have a ticket back to Miami from Bogota. And I am really looking forward to going there before it becomes part of the infamous “gringo trail”.
Since I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to post my story from Paraguay at some point I’m going to skip that for now and start, well, gee, I might as well go all the way back to Buenos Aires, although I really do have some fantastic things to say about Bolivia. So, Buenos Aires it is.
Since I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to post my story from Paraguay at some point I’m going to skip that for now and start, well, gee, I might as well go all the way back to Buenos Aires, although I really do have some fantastic things to say about Bolivia. So, Buenos Aires it is.
If I were asked to come up with a saying for Buenos Aires it would be: Buenos Aires, a city full of passion. They really did go all out when they built the city (think Paris) and if you consider Eva Peron and her history with the people of Buenos Aires, and the tango, the dance of passion, you will understand my thinking. It seems like everything there is more full of life than in the rest of Argentina or maybe it’s because sometimes I can be a bit sappy and sentimental. But I did love it. I loved it so much that I’m pretty sure in total I spent almost two weeks there. I’m not even sure how that happened.
Ross and I took a city tour, guided by a college economics student (he did a great job), which was extremely interesting and free, to boot. For three hours we walked around the main points of the city, found out who Roca was and why people are constantly throwing paint at his statue, and stood in a square that had more clock towers than there are in all of Oklahoma. If I were writing this a month ago I could give you all kinds of interesting details but then again you can also go on Wikipedia, so I’m going to let them handle the statistical information.
The hostel where Ross and I were staying had free tango lessons so we took advantage of that one night. That’s when I fell in love, not with Ross, with tango. What a dance! I enjoyed doing it but I especially enjoyed the Complejo Tango Show we went to see. I have no doubt that all those dancers were just friends but the way they danced made you believe they were lovers. I really do hope that no matter where I end up, that I’ll be able to keep up my salsa, merengue, and now tango dancing. We also went on our own walking tour which according to Lonely Planet was supposed to take a couple of hours…it took us two days.
There are three things I really remember about our self-guided tour. The first is the Recoleta Cemetery. Most people go there to see Eva Peron’s crypt, if you’re not sure who I’m talking about think, “Don’t cry for me Argentina…” which no matter who you are for some reason this song will play over and over again in your head. (Well, at least it did in mine.) But the cemetery has so much more to offer than that. It’s like its own little city with these ornate, little houses…filled with dead people or at least their ashes. I got a kick out of counting how many urns or caskets I could find inside one crypt. They really are close-knit families here. And the cats! Who could forget the cats? Ross, who at first was really giving me a hard time about petting them, talking to them, and taking their photos, also ended up, by the time we left, taking photos of crazy cats as well. My Aunt Minerva would have loved the place (who’s the biggest cat fan I know).
I almost didn’t see Eva’s crypt though. It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost three hours in a cemetery that probably only takes up three city blocks that you couldn’t find someone. But it’s true. I had to ask someone who had a map for directions. I thought about leaving without seeing it, it might have been better than way. By the way, hers is pretty non-descript, a simple black marble, family crypt. The only difference is hers is always covered in flowers.
The second thing I remember about our tour what right outside the cemetery there was a band playing music in the street. I remember this couple who where walking by, just like us, and they just stopped walking, turned towards each other, and then started dancing. I don’t know how long they had been together but they definitely looked like they were in love and enjoyed each other’s company.
The final thing I remember clearly about our tour is the biggest flower in probably the world. If you’ve ever been to Chicago, think the giant bean and you’re getting pretty close. At night, the petals close and it glows red. I didn’t get to see it at night, only during the day (I did see pictures), and although it’s one of those things you look at and go “Why?” it is still pretty incredible.
Between weeks in Buenos Aires, we caught a boat to Montevideo, Uruguay. It was an enormous boat, more like a ferry because along with people, they also shipped over vehicles. It was a nice trip; strange thing is that I remember much more about the boat than Uruguay. We stayed in Montevideo for a night then took off to Punta del Este, the beach resort where the who’s who of Buenos Aires goes to play. It is a nice beach area but if you were to ask Ross what he thought, he’d tell you those beaches could have been anywhere in the world. The coolest part about Punta del Este? The marina of course! I got up early one morning and headed out with my camera and fought the urge to take millions of sailboat pictures. I got to see the fishermen come in with their fresh catch and see the mini-fish market right next to where they docked their small boats. But the boats there! There is a lot of money sitting in that marina. Not what you’d expect to see in South America but there it was. And I’ll have to hand it to them; they’re a lot more creative with their names down here.
I also saw a male sea lion who had been injured by a prop. I’m hoping that he’s doing okay. Ross and I had seen him the night before when we walked down by the marina and a couple of people had thrown him some fish. In the morning the fish were gone and fresh flowers had been thrown down around him. The third time I saw him he was sitting up with his neck stretched up into the air. So maybe the big guy will make it.
And of course, you can’t go to Argentina and now try the meat, for which they are famous. And it is quite tasty. The wine is also something that you should definitely enjoy while there. There are so many varieties there that more than likely everyone can find something that tickles their fancy. As you can probably tell by the commentary on the meat, I wasn’t too impressed with the steak. We’ve got some pretty tasty stuff back home as well and my buddies back home with their grills could probably give any Argentinean a run for his money any day of the week.
As I’ve been typing it’s occurred to me that I failed to write anything about Puerto Madryn. Now, that place (which is around a 20 hour bus ride south of Buenos Aires), if you can visit at the right time of the year, would be amazing. In October to November there’s great whale watching. And, if you’re there in February you will be in one of only two places in the world where you can watch Orcas beach themselves to pluck baby sea lions off the beach. They also have elephant seals but I don’t remember what time of year you have to be around to see the males with their huge elephant like noses. Most of the time they’re out to sea, hunting for food. But the Orcas, who all have names, and are recognized by their dorsal fins, are pretty cool. If I’m ever back down there you can bet it’ll be in February.
One very freaky, scary, and totally cool thing happened while I was snorkeling. We were all kind of separated but close to the boat and a rock wall, dorking around in the water. I was out a little farther than everyone else at that point but close to the rock wall looking for fish and anything else that looked interesting. I was just about to get a little bored when I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. My first though was “SHARK!!!!” and then, no, it’s not a shark. “OH MY GOSH!!! It’s a SEA LION!!!” For a minute I thought “Oh! How cool!” Then my next thought was, “Oh! I hope he’s not aggressive, ‘cause he is B-I-G.” He didn’t see me though and he continued to swim towards the little jetty where the rest of the sea lions were sunning themselves. It was pretty exciting there for a bit. I can imagine how people quickly use up all their oxygen while swimming with sharks.
Another event you can witness if you come during January is the Dakar Rally. Talk about cool stuff. It’s a motorcycle, car, and truck race that makes a gigantic loop through Argentina and Chile. It’s almost 19 days of pure adrenaline. On average, one person dies during the race each year. There was a motorcyclist who died this year but they weren’t really sure why, possibly a heart attack. I obtained this information from the 3rd place truck team (Go Holland!) who just happened to be celebrating at an Irish bar. Of course I didn’t have my camera so I have no proof but I do know that the guys who said they came in 5th didn’t, at least the guy who said he was the driver wasn’t the driver (he was at least wearing a team shirt). It’s pretty easy to verify pickup lines these days with the invention of the internet. Seriously.
So, that’s almost it for Argentina. I’m just missing Iguazu Falls. I didn’t miss it really, I just haven’t written about it yet. But that’s another story and my battery on my computer is almost dead so it’ll have to wait. Got some great pictures though and can’t wait to post them!
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