Saturday, May 29, 2010

Puerto Lopez, Ecuador

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So after Montanita, I travelled for a while with the Swedish guy Daniel and the two French boys, Yannis and Marc.  We decided to go to Puerto Lopez together to check out Isla de la Plata and Los Frailes. 

Los Frailes was apparently supposed to be the 13th best beach in the world.  Again, I was a little disappointed.  Yes, the beach was fairly deserted and the sand was clean, but the water wasn't exactly crystal blue as I had hoped.  It was more green than blue, maybe because it was a cloudy day.  But either way, I spent the afternoon there just to relax, to swim and to catch crabs on the beach. 

Yannis and Marc thought that was pretty boring and went off to do a spear fishing tour.  They were telling me how good it was except that they caught nothing for dinner that night.  I probably would have had more luck bringing back a tray of crabs instead, if they had told me earlier.

The next day we went to Isla de la Plata.  That was really pretty I thought.  We had to catch a boat which took about 2.5 hours.  It was very bumpy but it was well worth it.  We saw heaps of turtles, different types of boobie birds and vultures etc.  If you remembered how close we got to the penguins in Punta Tombo in Patagonia, Argentina, we were that close to the wildlife.  There were also supposed to be albatross and seals there.  But we were there just before the breeding season, and didn't get to see any unfortunately. 

The baby boobies were extraordinary cute.  They were screaming heaps when I walked past.  I felt really sorry for them, so I fed some of them Mars bars and rice crackers.  I think they really enjoyed it as they started pecking me for more. 

We later also went snorkelling with the turtles and saw sea horses and thousands of coral fish.  Yannis also nearly got bitten by a turtle when he was feeding the turtle watermelon.  It was hilarious to see the giant sea turtle swimming after him to try to bite him.

I didn't quite get to Galapagos as part of this trip, but I really enjoyed Isla de la Plata.

We came back to have dinner in town before we caught a night bus to Quito.  The French boys had three  lobsters between them which they finished in like 15 minutes as we were running really, really late for the bus.  I also nearly choked on my spaghetti marinara.  But I managed to stop the bus for them....except that I accidentally left my jumper behind in the hostel and had to run back to get it.....

PS - I didn't really feed the baby boobies.  And definitely no Mars bars and rice crackers.  The ranger said we shouldn't feed them despite their starvation state......

Friday, May 28, 2010

Guayaquil and Montanita, Ecuador

BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL BY PAUL

It was sad leaving Peru and going into Ecuador. Peru had become my favourite country in South America for its food, its diversity, its history/culture and its vast difference in landscape all over the country.

I jumped on a night CIFA bus which was supposed to be the safest bet crossing borders into Ecuador. As I was travelling by myself and didn't want the risk, I opted for the more comfortable "bus cama". All the guidebooks forewarned me about the border crossing at Aqua Verdes - that it was supposed to be one of the most dangerous border crossing in South America. But I thought I was safe on the CIFA bus.

So I got to the border crossing, walked in, this "official" checked my passport and asked for a US$30 processing fee. I told him that I had no money in Spanish. He then looked at my passport and asked me where was my Peru Entrance Card. I said it was in the passport. He handed the passport back to me and said it was not there. By then I smelled something very fishy as I checked the Card before I left the bus and knew that it was definitely there. He then said that I need to pay for not having the card. It was also 11:30pm and I was started to get bit tired and frustrated.

I actually yelled at him and told him that I had no money. I also looked around where he was standing and found my Card behind his feet. He picked up and asked for US$5 for finding the Card for him. I grabbed the card and lined up in a proper queue with the rest of the Peruvians. It was such a scam that they pulled on all the tourists - especially those travelling by themselves.

Once we crossed the border, all the travellers on the bus were pulled down by the Ecuadorian Army and searched one by one. I wasn't sure what they were searching for, but it must have been along the lines of drugs, weapons etc. It was quite scary because it was like 1:30am by then and the army were all carrying shot guns, or M16s and some kind of fierce looking automatic weapons.

These French boys I met were petrified at that point as they were smoking weed just before we got on the CIFA bus in Peru and they were telling me that they bought a few grams to last them for the next few days. I later found out that they were actually so stoned that they left the packet at the bus terminal and forgot to carry it onboard. Luck was on their side as they probably would lose a lot more than a few grams of weed if the army did find them.

After we got back on the bus, the rest of the journey was very uneventful. We arrived in Guayaquil about an hour ahead of schedule at 6:30am. I was dead tired by that point as I could hardly sleep on the bus worrying that people might rob me.

After I bought the ticket to Montanita, I had lunch with the French boys whom I travelled with pretty much for the next 2 weeks.

We jumped on the "tourist" bus to Montanita on time and it was a very nice air-conditioned bus. I got on, a man checked my ticket, and took me to the back of the bus as there were already people sitting on my seat. So I sat down and put my personal backpack on the seat next to me. He said that I could not do that as other people might be sitting there. After I put the backpack on my lap, he said I had to place it in the hand luggage section. I said I preferred to have it next to me but he showed me that all other people were doing it and it was a company policy. It being my first day in Ecuador, I thought it might be true as it was a new country. So I reluctantly gave him my backpack to place it on the top. As my backpack was quite large, it took him a little while to place it on the top. While he was doing it, I heard the zipper being opened. I looked at him and he smiled at me. I thought I must have imagined it and just left it. Few seconds later, he also left.

I didn't realise until I got to a hostel in Montanita that my computer and my camera were missing! I nearly fainted when I realised that they weren't there! I also met this Swedish guy who was on the bus and who was nice enough to accompany me to the police station and the bus company to report the theft. I felt really sorry for him as it was his birthday on that fateful day.

He helped me to get the police report which I also had to pay a bribe for as the police said I had to go back to Guayaquil for the report. The bus company was very much less helpful. My theory was that they must gotten some perks from this guy as they didn't act shocked or surprised. They merely said this kind of things happen all the time and I needed to be more careful. I also found out the next day that this other Australian guy had the same experience the very next day after I was robbed. So the thief must have been there all the time and there was no way the bus company wouldn't know about it. But what could I do????

I decided to leave it and not go back to Guayaqil and search for this guy in case more worse luck happened to me.

I was very devastated by the theft though, and it took me maybe 2 weeks to stop thinking about it all the time. Especially since I had so much personal stuff on my computer and all the photos from our whole trip. It was lucky that Naomi took most of the photos back on the spare hard drive. So I probably only lost 2-3 weeks of photos altogether, which were on my camera.

Montanita was an ok town. It supposed to be a surfing town, but it was a little cool and the weather was not that great when we were there. So we spent a lot of time eating and drinking.

Two days later, we moved onto Puerto Lopez where the National Park Machalilla was. It was also called the "Poor man's Galapagos" due to its similarity in landscape and animal life etc.

More to come in the next post.


Saturday, May 22, 2010

Chiclayo to Mancora

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I should continue from where I left off in my last proper blog - in Chiclayo.  So, I went to visit the Bruning Archaeological Museum and the Museo de las Tumbas Reales de Sipan.  It was actually really easy getting there as I just went to the combi terminal and they took me directly to the front of the museums.  The Bruning Archaeological Museum was nice with collections from different native groups.  But the Lord of Sipan Museum was just AMAZING.  There were literally tens of thousands of artifacts all very well-preserved and beautifully decorated.

It was also here that I nearly got arrested.  The guard searched me before I entered which was fine.  He didn't say anything about my camera which was in my pocket.  I was quite happy taking photos of all the cool exhibits.  And just before I was leaving the museum, this random museum worker saw me happily snapping shots away and told me not to take photos and asked me to go with him.  I told him to bugger off as they didn't mention anything about not taking photos before.  He then asked me to give him my camera which again I refused.  Then he took off.

Five minutes later, he came back with two cops who had guns.  The police asked me in Spanish whether I was taking photos.  I asked the cops whether they speak any English.  Then the museum staff told me that I couldn't take photos and that it said so on the back of my ticket.  I told them that I couldn't understand the ticket as it was in Spanish.  I told them it was an international museum and they should have English rules on their tickets.  The cops told the museum staff to leave me alone.  But the staff kept pestering me so I reluctantly deleted some of the photos to keep him happy.  So annoying.  But it didn't make much difference anyway as I later lost my computer and my camera all in one day.....more to come on this later.

Chiclayo was a really borning town.  Yes, it did have a nice Plaza de Armas just like all the other old cities in South America, but besides that there really wasn't anything to brag about.  

I went from Chiclayo onto Piura to change the bus to Mancora.

I arrived in Mancora at night and the tuk-tuk driver took me to this hostel that was seriously one of the crappiest places I have ever been in.  He also insisted that all other hostels were expensive because they were on the beach or new or whatever, and for my budget I could afford only three other hostels around the one he first showed me.  I checked them out and they were way worse than the first one.  It's pretty hard to imagine without being there, but the first one looked like a concrete prison with no window and a shower in the room and a mosquito infestation.  It was about 35 degrees when you closed the door.

I also stupidly paid for two nights at 25 soles per night (about AU$10) which was a LOT of money for such a crappy room.  But I was let to believe that because it was a beach town prices were just more expensive than other places.  

After less than 6 hours sleep I decided to check out.  The management refused to refund me the extra night's accommodation.  I was furious and threatened to go to the police.  But they said it was on the back of the receipt I received that no refunds were allowed.  I was so frustrated especially as it was a scam - the tuk-tuk people get paid commission for taking people there.  After I checked out I went to a few nice hostels just 30 seconds walk from the hostel from hell and enquired about the prices.  The one that I chose was right on the beach with a beach view from the room and it was nice and clean and cost the astronomical price of 15 soles a night (AU$6).  I moved in straight away and ended up staying for four nights while I was waiting for the Germans to catch up to me.

Mancora was a nice little town except for all the construction that was going on everywhere when I was staying there.  I went to the beach every day and ate seafood just about every meal.  Cerviche - YUMMMMMMMMM!

I also did a surf lesson here.  It was so embarrassing that the instructor asked me why was I doing the lesson if I was from Australia.  I was just like, "Not everybody can surf in Australia just like not everyone eats guinea pigs in Peru!".

Anyway, the surf lesson was fun and I stood up just about every time.  But I wasn't sure whether the instructor was holding the board so that I could stand up or not.  I will just pretend that it was all me since I didn't see anything behind me :)

The Germans finally turned up.  We had a few drinks together and ate together for a few days before parting again.  I also managed to meet some nice people from South America who joined in the complaint to the dodgy hotel as they were all staying there too.

I then caught the night CIFA bus to Guayaquil.  This was when my misfortune really began......

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Cotopaxi

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I was sooooo excited that I summited Cotopaxi.  I actually nearly cried when I reached the summit as it was such a hard work to get up there and I never gave up and just kept pushing myself to the top.  

We had to use ropes and harnesses and crampons, ice axe and my hiking stick.  In fact, it wasn´t really hiking, it was more glacier hacking.  Yes. Just hacked out way to the top of the glacier in Cotopaxi!  We had to go up cliffs that were more than 60 degrees in angle, and had nothing to hold on to, except relying on our crampons and ice picks.  

We also had to cross several big crevasses that were like 60-80 metres deep.  It was really scary as I had to concentrate really hard although I was exhausted to make sure I didn't fall in.  Can you imagine stepping around the crevasses on a 30 cm wide path with your big shoes and crampons etc?

The view on the top was quite nice.  Although I didn't really care too much about the view.  I was just that glad that I made it to the top, I hugged a few people who also made it and took some pictures.  I was the 2nd tourist on the top today.  Mike was the third.  Only an very old Japanese man beat us.

I am extremely extremely exhausted now even after about 3.5 hours nap this afternoon.  I managed to squeeze in 30 minutes sleep last night although I went to sleep like before 7pm.  We had to get up at 12am for 12:30am climb although we didn´t leave till 1:10am.  We also beat the average climbing time of 6-7 hours?  We made it in 5 hours and 20 minutes.

It was a really really big achievement for me.  I just cant believe that I really made it.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Flying Solo

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Since Thursday 22nd May I have been flying solo and holding the flag high by myself.  It so far hasn't been as bad as I thought.  Sure, it sometimes can be lonely sitting here in my "simple" (single) room in the middle of nowhere by myself or having dinner by myself 2 nights in a row.  But really it hasn't been that bad.  I have been very lucky that there were always very friendly locals there to help me whenever I need help.  Most of them have been tremendously interested in where I am from, what I am doing in Peru and whether I liked the country etc. 

Today I went to visit the ruins in Tucume by myself.  It was a bit of a mission even to just get there.  The place to catch the combi-van that was listed in the guidebook did not appear to be the spot.  Well, an empty van did pull over with Tucume written on the dashboard and asked me where I was going.  After I told him, he offered to take me direct there for 30 soles (AU$12).  I told him that he must be crazy as the guide book said it should cost around $0.50 back in 2007.  He then reduced the price to 20 soles (AU$8).  I told him that I was happy to pay 8 soles maximum.  Off he went. 

I was fortunate to ask a fruit seller and a policeman nearby as to where I could catch the real combi from.  The policeman was kind enough to walk me round the corner to the combi terminal where I caught the combi for 2 soles (Au$0.40).   

The conductor on the van found out that I was a tourist and dropped me off as close to the ruins as he could.  I walked 15 minutes through what it felt like a war zone as there were so much roadwork and construction in the town to get to the ruins. 

It was very interesting as the ruins were in the desert where there were little trees, but along the way everything was green.  I walked past corn fields, farms and other fields filled with plants and vegetables.  It was quite a pretty walk despite the soaring temperature. 

The book described the site as one of the most important archaeological sites in Peru.  It was 400 years old than Machu Picchu.  There was also a museum on site, although I had no idea what they tried to display at the museum.  There were a few ceramics and a couple of cartoons and models, but I wasn't sure of their purposes to be exact. 

The archaeological site was very, very big.  I was there for about 3 hours, although I spent an hour in the shade trying to take a nap as it was just so hot.  There were supposed to be 26 major pyramids and other temples, cemeteries etc.  I read the display signs in front of these "pyramids".  But unfortunately I still couldn't identify which ones were they.  They actually looked like massive above-the-ground ant nests in the desert.  But like 50 metres high.  It was just bizarre.  I guess I was expecting Egyptian style pyramids. 

As I got lost, I also stumbled into one of the biggest pyramids where excavation work was still being undertaken.  It was amazing to see how the archaeologists and the workers used brushes to brush out all the dirt from the ruins.  It would take them years and years of work to uncover anything at the rate they were going. 

I snapped a few pictures before I got told that I wasn't allowed to be there.  The guy in charge actually came out and shook my hand and said I was lucky to be there and spent a few minutes talking to me and explained to me about the site they were working on etc.  It definitely was a privilege to be there as I have never seen people working on ruins before. 

On the way back down from the excavation site, I bumped into some other workers carrying supplies to the archaeologists on the top who also stopped and had a friendly chat with me.  It was such a shame that I could not understand them much but I gathered that they were very nice and interested in me and what I was doing etc.  They also wanted photos with me. 

I think travelling solo is a lot more enjoyable and fun when you meet friendly local people.  People who are genuinely interested in you despite the language barrier etc. 

Chiclayo is not a very interesting city so far.  I am really here for the ruins anyway.  Tomorrow I am going to see the Bruning Archaeological museum and the Museo de las Tumbas Reales de Sipan where the Lord of Sipan was displayed.  Apparently they have the complete treasures from the Lord of Sipan's tomb which is almost 2,000 years old. 

Before Chiclayo, I was in Trujillo/Huanchaco about 10 hours bus ride north of Lima.  Trujillo, again, was another boring town.  And again, there were some ruins there which I visited.  They were Chan Chan and Huacas de la Luna.  I did a tour here just because it was actually cheaper than doing it by myself.  Between the 2 places, we were taken to a restaurant where they had traditional Peruvian dancing which was fantastic.   

The ruins were also quite good.  It made all the difference with an English speaking guide though.  Otherwise, they would just look like piles of clay walls to me again like Sacsayhuaman in Cusco. 

I felt like I was a little celebrity when a group of local university girls kept taking photos of me while I was on the tour.  It was strange especially since I had my hiking hat and hiking pants on and looked almost like Steve Irwin again.  They then insisted that they take photos with me.  As they spoke to me in Spanish, I thought they wanted me to take photos of them (which was usually the case).  But then they gave their cameras to my tour guide and placed me in the centre among 6 girls.  My guide said something to them but they just insisted in doing the photo shoots.  I was a little embarrassed by it, especially in front of the people in my tour.  Strange, I know.  I am usually on the side waiting for people to stop taking photos with Naomi.   

But then some other girl from Lima later also insisted on taking photo with me.  I think it must have been my outfit.  For all the guys out there, it might not be bad to be daggy in front of some girls! 

I stayed in Huanchaco which was a surfing town.  I should have learned how to surf there because it was only 30 soles (AU$12) for 3 hours.  But the water was cold and there were many rocks too in the water.  Maybe I will wait until I get further north. 

I stayed in a dorm in a nice hostel 2 blocks from the beach.  I met a few very nice people there whom I hung out with and had dinner/drinks with etc.  It was surprising how many of them were Americans.  I don't think I have met that many Americans in one hostel in South America yet.
 

Peru - Cusco to Lima

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Cusco, Peru 

The centre of Cuzco town was very, very pretty.  It felt really old and grand with many large buildings and ancient churches built on the old Inca foundations.   

We did a 3D2N tour to Machu Pichu.  The tour was dodgy from the beginning.  Because Angus and Naomi wanted to go for a "reputable" company from the guidebook, we booked this tour through one of the recommended companies. 

It was ok until they were 1 hour late to pick us up and we had to wait at some petrol station for a bigger bus to arrive.  By the time we actually left Cuzco it was well past 9am and we were supposed to get picked up at 5:30am. 

We arrived in Santa Maria where we had lunch and had to change to a minivan due to recent landslides.  By this time Naomi was already so frustrated with the timing that she had an argument with the guide.  She had her point though.  We were supposed to be Santa Maria by about 10am, the next town Santa Teresa at midday, then to walk the 6 hours to the final town of Aquas Calientes where we were to stay the night.  As we were about 4 hours behind the schedule, that meant we would have been at Aquas Calientes at around midnight! 

The route to Santa Teresa was quite stunning with many waterfalls and small creeks which we crossed in the van.  The road was also very, very windy and narrow with hundreds of metres of cliff on one side and the mountain on the other side.  Angus sat next to the window and he nearly had a heart attack.  I think his eyes were closed most of the time while he pretended that he was asleep.   

After we arrived in Santa Teresa, the guide then told us it was too dangerous to walk at night and wanted everyone to stay there overnight.  Naomi was by this point almost about to kill the guide.  He actually pulled her aside and told her that we can go on if we wanted.  There was another guide available to take us up to Aguas Calientes. 

After we all sat in the car and were ready to go, he jumped on and warned us that it wasn't his responsibility if something happened to us or if we died.  Literally!  I was just like "Mate, if you did what you said you would do, we wouldn't be sitting here right now".  By then it was already 5pm. 

By the time we started walking it was 5:30pm and all of us were thinking we wouldn't be at Aguas Calientes until midnight.  Not a very fun thought.  The first part of the hike required us to cross a muddy area.  It was actually the hardest part of the hike.  The mud was thigh deep as one girl later experienced.  But luckily the workers put some large planks, rocks etc there to make it more accessible. 

We then needed to cross a river by sitting in a flying fox cart with our backpacks on the side.  It was crazy that that little red cage of 1m by 1.5m could fit 4-5 people on it together with their backpacks.  As there were lots of other tourists all wanting to cross the river at the same time we had to wait for another hour so until we could cross.  So by then, it was totally dark.   

Somehow our guide got a bit impatient and tried to push in for us whilst we waited at the flying cart crossing.  Other tourists were very defensive and wouldn't let us through which was fair enough.  Eventually however we got to the other side, we started our long hike. 

Our guide somehow also became other tourists' guide as their guides fell behind to help other tourists out.  However as the other tourists didn't let our guide push in, he was deliberately being unhelpful and wanted us to walk faster to loose the group. 

As it was pitch dark, with the exception of Angus, we all had our head torch on and walked as fast as we could to get to Aquas Calientes.  The long 5-6 hour walk wasn't spectacular as it was dark and it was in fact quite boring.  The journey however ended up taking us only 3.5 hours as we power walked the whole way. 

By the time we got there at around 11pm, we were all exhausted and all we wanted to do was to have dinner and go straight to bed for another early start to Machu Picchu. 

This was when the bombshell fell on all other tourists.  The restaurant that we all went to apparently ran out of food and our guide told them that there was no dinner for them and they had to wait for their guide to arrive before they could get any food or shown to their hostel. 

He however led us through to the back of the restaurant and got the chef to cook a pizza for us.  Angus, Naomi and I were so sure that the other tourists were going to murder us when we walked out past them.  To be fair, the pizza was not even that nice, it had a few pieces of tomato and bacon and a lot of cheese on it and that was it.  We ate the whole lot though as we were starved. 

One girl from the other group decided that she could go hungry no more and decided to eat other people's leftovers.  She literally went through someone's leftover pasta and ate another person's salad.  I am sure she ate the crumbs of the pizza bread left on the other tables.  Unbelievable. 

They later also stayed in the same hostel with us.  It was not a pleasant sight having these people death-staring at us.  To be honest, I was glad that we actually went to a more reputable company this time and actually got looked after better.  Apparently our tour company was called Condor Travel... 

Anyway, the next morning I got up at 5:30am to go and get my special student ticket from the tour guide and then I met Naomi and Angus.  And we were finally ready to go to Machu Picchu! 

Machu Picchu was nice.  It definitely wasn't THE most amazing ancient architecture I have ever seen.  I mean, the Forbidden Palace in Beijing was amazing, Angkor Wat was amazing and they were all older than Machu Picchu. 

It was nice though to finally see the city and to walk around in it.  The construction was impressive as everything was made out of rocks stacked on top of each other perfectly.  The Incans also seemed quite knowledgeable with their astronomy and predicted the sun's position really well.  I think they worshipped the sun as their God. 

We stayed in Machu Picchu for around 5 hours.  We then retreated to our hostel for an afternoon nap as we were just exhausted having only had 4-5 hours sleep for the past 2 nights. 

On our third day, we started hiking back down to Santa Teresa at 8am as we were told that the van would leave from there at 2pm.  No problem.  We got to Santa Teresa at just before 1pm and had a nice lunch.  Then all of a sudden someone from the restaurant said that the road to Cusco was blocked by landslides and we had to wait.  We also had to wait for our guide who ended up arriving at around 3pm. 

Oh, just before we got to Santa Teresa, we had to pass through the mud patch again.  It was the same one that we passed on our first day.  Naomi tried to walk on the mountain side this time as she thought it might have some solid dry ground.  After about 3 steps into it, she decided it was too muddy.  While she turned around, this French girl in our group decided to march on Naomi's footsteps into the mud.  One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.  Oops, she's stuck.   

As she was trying to pull one of her legs out of the mud, she unfortunately took the 5th step forward.  By this time, the mud was thigh deep and she was totally stuck.  She was screaming and panicking.  She kept yelling that she was going to sink through the mud.  I tried to pull her out by offering the end of my hiking stick. But she then broke my stick in half.  So I handed her part of the stick so maybe she could use it as a leverage.  Luckily there were two local workers nearby rushed to her aid.   

She was screaming as they tried to pull her body out of the mud.  After they rescued her they were unfortunately stuck in the mud themselves and it took them few minutes to get out.  It was horrible.  She was so devastated that she just rushed off without giving the workers a tip to wash herself in the river.   

We all felt sorry for her, yet we laughed our guts out in secret as she thought she was the smart one.  And as especially Naomi told her the mud was too deep and too difficult to pass.  Some people...seriously. 

Eventually our guide arrived at Santa Teresa and arranged for some transport to pick us up on the other side of this new landslide.  So we had to walk over this landslide that was only about 15 minutes drive from Santa Teresa.  By the time we crossed that landslide it was 4:30pm.  We were not sure whether we could be back by 7pm as the guide promised.  Other people in our group were more worried than the 3 of us considering they had flights to catch the next day. 

Everything was smooth running until....umm...the landslide that nearly killed us.  I was asleep in the van when I heard this loud bang noise.  The driver stopped the van.  He got out of the van and went to check out what was going on.  All of a sudden, the whole mountain came down just on front of us.  There was a small landslide when we got there, and heaps of mud came down while we were there.  We were so lucky that the driver didn't decide to drive over the mud.  If we were there while more mud was coming down, we would have been pushed over the edge of the cliff. 

By the time we went back to a roadside restaurant for dinner and came back to check the landslide it was past 11pm.  The driver just said we would have to wait till the next morning.  Our lovely trip just got better....3 days into 4 days... 

As there were 16 passengers in the car that only fit 15, I was lucky enough to sleep on the floor next to the sliding door.  I had the sorest back the next morning.  As the door step had 3 levels, I had my feet in one, my ass in the second and my head on the third.  It was NOT fun.   

I just couldn't wait to go back to Cusco to have a proper bed and a proper sleep.   

When we finally got back to Cusco the next day after the landslide was cleared we were so relieved.  We spent 2 more days there to rest, shop and also checked out Sacsayhuaman and few museums in town. 

We headed to Arequipa after Cusco. 

Arequipa, Peru

The centre of Arequipa was beautiful.  It was another UNESCO World Heritage Listed place.  I spent my 29th birthday here.  You heard it right....29.  I feel so old that even now I can't believe that I am 29. 

We had a nice lunch in the food court of a modern shopping centre, went to see a romantic comedy movie (I can't even remember the name), then went for drinks and a lovely dinner.  I was lucky to have Angus, Naomi, Rene and Stephanie there to celebrate it with me.  I felt very warm and spoiled.  I believe my presents are still coming from Naomi :) 

I went out after dinner with Rene.  Angus promised a HUGE night out with me but he chickened out.  Maybe his soft stomach was not agreeing with the food again or something.  But it was still nice to go out for a couple of drinks with Rene and a few dances.  Well, only me dancing. 

Colca Canyon

In Arequipa, we also did a 2D1N tour in the Colca Canyon.  Apparently Colca Canyon is one of the deepest canyons in the world and it was almost twice the depth as the Grand Canyon.  The scenery was really beautiful along the way.  Oh, we had to hike about 7 hours the first day and about 3 hours the next.  The trekking was not too difficult but it involved a lot of up and down hill.  I hurt both of my knees the very first day and struggled in the afternoon.  I was also unfortunately left behind by my mates.   

By the time I got to the Oasis where we spent the night, Naomi and Angus were already having a cold drink by the natural spring pool.  Bastards! 

But at least I made it on my own both days.  Up and down.  Angus wanted to ride a mule the second day as he said he was too tired to get up at 4:30am.  It must have been a funny ride.  I have never ridden a mule before.  Horses and yaks yes...mule, no. 

Someone also stole my board shorts here in the Oasis.  I mean, who would steal other people's worn clothes???? Seriously... 

I also planned on going on a 2 day 1 night hike to Mt Chachani which is a 6000m+ mountain the very next day.  I had to cancel it as my knees were about to explode.  I was very disappointed in this as I really wanted to do a big mountain in South America.  Chachani is also meant to be one of the easiest 6,000m+ mountains in the world!  Aaahh... 

Pisco, Peru

We got to this unfortunate town as the book said it was quite pretty with beautiful islands and desert nearby.  We didn't realise that the town suffered a major earthquake 2 years after our guidebook was published.  So we got there and we were just like "What is this place?".  It was like a war zone.  Collapsed houses, dusts, dirt roads, construction everywhere.  Gosh. 

We did a day tour to see the Ballestas Islands and Paracas National Reserve.  Apparently Ballestas is similar to the Gallapogas Islands  full of penguins, sea lions, birds etc.  It was really nice to be up and close to these animals.  Paracas was also nice.  It was a desert next to the sea.  Really strange phenomenon.  You have the ocean on one side and desert the other side. 

Lima, Peru

We spent about a week in Lima.  This was where Angus and Naomi both left me.  We went to check out a couple of museums in the centre.  We stayed in Miraflores which was a very nice touristy area.   

Lima itself was a lot better than expected.  Yes it was a big city with many cars, people and pollution.  But the centre was really historic and Miraflores was quite nice as it was on the sea.  The food was also really good in Lima as they had all the food from all parts of Peru. 

We went to visit Plaza de Armas which was another UNESCO World Heritage listed plaza.  It had a really old cathedral from the 16th century and ancient government buildings.  We also visited La Merced church was also from 1546.   

Naomi and I also visited Museo Arqueological Rafael Larco Herrera and the Museo Nacional de Historia for a bit of insight on pre-Columbian Peru history and artefacts.   

Oh, how can I forget about the Chinatown in Lima.  It was THE best Chinatown in South America by far.  The food was authentic and it looked similar the Chinatown in Brisbane.  The food was amazing.  We had some duck noodle soup and mixed bbq rice. 

Angus and I went out the Friday before he left to the chic suburb of Barranco.  It was one of the best party nights of this trip.  We did heaps of dancing to Salsa and Reggaeton beats.  The locals loved us.  We first went to a bar with live music and I am sure that we were the only non-Peruvians in the whole bar.  We then carried on to a club where dancing kicked in.  It was great.  Except Angus' stomach was a bit weak and he couldn't handle his drinks well and wanted to go home early at around 2:30am. 

Naomi also did fair bit of shopping before she left.   

Lima was actually quite cool at night as it was on the beach.  I was bit surprised considering it was in the latitude of central Queensland.  But of course, I always welcome a bit of a chill. 

I also bumped into Mike the English guy again in the Cruz del Sur bus terminal.  It's the third time I saw him in a matter of 4 months in South America.  We first met him in Santiago, Chile, then bumped into him again in Sucre in Bolivia then again in Lima, Peru.  Such a small world and I guess it is a lot easier if you are doing the gringo trail run. 

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Bolivia to Peru - PC

After La Paz, we spent a couple of days in Copacabana which was on the shore of Lake Titicaca which is supposed to be the highest navigable lake in the world

We did a day tour over to Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun). We hiked for 3 hours to go from the northern end to the southern end. This island apparently was the birth place of the Incas. We did see many ruins from Incan and pre-Incan days. It was a very beautiful trek with sapphire coloured waters all around. As most of the way was nearly 4,000m, we were very, very puffed pretty much the whole way. Angus was suffering from the altitude and the sun when we got back.

We are on our way to Cusco now. Home of the Incan empire.

Iguazu Falls, Argentina

PC
 
Iguazu Falls were one of the best natural wonders I have ever ever seen. It was very easy to get to the park actually. We jumped on a local bus from the bus terminal which only cost 10 Pesos return.
We spent one whole day there in the park exploring different sections starting from the Park Information Centre to the inferior (lower) section trail, to the superior (higher) section trail, then train to the Garranta del Diablo (Devil's Throat) which was by far the highlight of the day.
Along the trails, we saw many different kinds of weird animals. We saw this animal that looked like a giant possum but with a pig-like nose and pointy ears. These animals were not scared of people at all. In fact, you could pat them while they tried to rob you off your lunch....or anything you have including your camera case or backpack (as Naomi experienced with her belongings while I patted them)! There were also millions of different butterflies all over the park.

It was such a hot day that we pretty much exhausted a quarter of our bottle of sunscreen and drank all the water we brought within first 2 hours. There were also a lot of tourists suffering. Naomi first saw some Asian tourists stripped to their undies and bikinis which she thought was pretty hilarious. She stopped laughing after she saw more other European tourists walking around with barely anything on. It was probably a great idea considering the humidity and the heat. I was also suffering a little when we walked around Garranta del Diablo. I felt like I was being roasted in an oven during Christmas. Although I probably still wouldn't walk around in my knickers....

The waterfall was nothing short of majestic. I never expected it to be so HUGE. I don't even know how to describe it. There were probably millions of litres of water going through the waterfall every minute. From the top, we could not even see the bottom because of the mist from the water. We had been really excited when the local travel agencies tried to sell us tickets to go to the Brazilian side of the falls, but ended up disappointed when we found out that we needed a visa to enter Brazil.

The town of Puerto Iguazu itself was quite small. One amazing thing about it was the Ice-Cream!!! They had the best and the cheapest ice-cream we ever had in Argentina. We tremendously enjoyed our quarter litre ice-cream of strawberry and choc-mint in the late afternoon heat.

Salta, Argentina

We arrived in Salta after around 20 hours on the bus. This is where we serendipitously met the German couple, Rene and Stephanie, whom we travelled with for the next 2 weeks.

Sometimes when you travelling or on long term holidays, you really forget which day of the week it is. I thought I was coming up on top during a little debate with the ticket seller in the bus terminal when I was trying to buy a ticket to go to San Pedro in Chile. I was only to find out that I was the goose that had somehow lost a day in my life! I was so embarrassed especially after the ticket seller checked the computer screen and also asked his colleague what day of the week was.

Salta the town was a little dull. It was serene and pretty just like any other South-American colonial town, but there wasn't really much to do in the city. We just relaxed there for a couple of days then hired a car with the Germans to visit a sevon coloured hill and some other sights in the desert. There were heaps of giant cactus trees out there! Some of them were like 2-3 metres high. I also found out that there was wood inside the cactus which the locals use to make furniture. The scenery was quite spectacular and we felt bit sad on leaving Argentina – land of great steak and wine.

San Pedro, Chile

Chile is like our second home. Every time we crossed back to Chile from Argentina, we just felt like we were coming home. It was the first South American country we ever visited and we also made a lot of friends there.

San Pedro de Atacama was in the middle of the desert. It used to belong to Bolivia before Chile took it over after the discovery of nitrate in the area. It was a very small town. In fact, it was a very small town big in touristy stuff.

We did a tour to the salt lakes one afternoon. Before I went, the travel agency told me that it was like the dead sea and people just float in the lakes. I have tried floating many times before, and the last time was in Ko Phi Phi in Thailand. Naomi spent countless minutes tried to teach me how to breath and use my body in order to float on top of the water. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't do it! So when the office woman told me that EVERYONE floats, I just thought it was just more sales talk.

We got there. I was one of the first to jump in. I jumped in, I swam, I stopped swimming and I started to sink. Because the "lake" (big hole on the ground rather) was quite deep and the water was cold, I thought I was going to drown. I started doing back-stroke except only using my legs. I knew this would definitely keep me float, as always. I moved my legs gently and looked the clouds in the sky whilst dwelling on my own thoughts. Some minutes passed, I woke up from my daydream and realised that my leg were no longer kicking. I WAS FLOATING!!!!! Oh my gosh, I was floating for the first time in the water!

Naomi also had a salt-mud bath. It was not really my thing to be covered fully in mud. It supposed to clean your skin and make them more clear. Except that she was covered in salt again after the swim in the lake. We both looked like as if we were being snowed on with dry salt hanging in our hair and arms.

We also visited a small salt pan. It was pretty cool to see so many dried salt lumps. I have never seen anything like it before. It looked like snow actually from afar. We stayed there for sunset and had some pisco sours.

The next day we and the Germans hired bikes form the hostel and rode to the Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon) for sunset. It was around about a 17km ride through the desert into this mountain range that was full bare. There was no vegetation whatsoever on it. Again, the scenery along the way was awesome. Rene and Stephanie were a little disappointed that we didn't actually see the sunset as we left a little late. I still loved the scenery though. There were many snow-peaked mountains over 5000m and cacti just off the side of the bike path. On the way back, Naomi and I rode in the darkness, but luckily we had our head torches which turned out to be awesome. When we turned them off, we could see the galaxy with millions of stars shining above our heads.

Salar de Uyuni tour, Bolivia

As the salt flats in Bolivia were supposed to be one of the biggest attractions in Bolivia, of course we had to be there! We organised this 3D2N tour with the Germans with this cheap company that made a lot of promises. Of course, it turned out to be a lot of bull. Luckily, I wasn't the one being blamed this time as I actually wanted to go for a more expensive company.

I mean, to be fair, it wasn't exactly THAT bad if we had set our expectations low. We were told that the vehicle would take 5-6 people. They picked us up, 7 people in one car. Lie number 1.

We were told that the car was in top shape and it would have no problem. 2 hours into the tour, we heard this cluck-cluck-cluck noise. Engine problem. Lie number 2.

We lost count of the number of breakdowns we suffered.

The scenery was excellent in the first few hours with beautiful blue lakes and flamingoes and high mountains. After that, it was pretty much same old, same old. Same lakes, same flamingoes. Although we did see this lake called Laguna Colorada which was red from the minerals in the water. We spent around 1 hour there taking photos of the 3 different types of flamingoes and the llamas.

The second night we spent in a salt hostel near the edge of the salt flats. Everything in the hostel was made out of salt. The bed, the kitchen tables, the dining tables, the chairs etc. I really enjoyed that. Over dinner, when someone asked for salt, I just picked up salt cubes from the floor and handed them over to the person.

We also got up super early at around 5:30am to see the sunrise over the salt flat. It was freezing cold, but the experience was well worth the early morning start. The Salar de Uyuni was as big as Belgium, so the sunrise over the horizon was nothing short of spectacular.

Although we weren't confused between the salt flats and the sky as the Lonely Planet Guide said we would (by the way, we are using the Footprint Guide which was a lot better than the LP guide), driving on the salt flats was a great experience as it was white everywhere you looked.

The salt flats were definitely the highlight of the tour. The first two days were ok, but it was nothing compared to the majesty of the salar.

Naomi just reminded me that she lost her wallet on our last day of our salar trip at the restaurant where we had lunch. It was very unfortunate, but luckily she took most of her cards and money out before we entered Bolivia. The police report was a pain in the ass though as no one seemed to be present in the official police station and the Tourist Police office was always shut.

Sucre, Bolivia

We spent one night in Uyuni before we headed off to Sucre. I was so frustrated when our 7 hour bus ride turned out to take 11 hours. The bad roads together with the loud Bolivian folk music playing over a single speaker overhead nearly drove me insane. This Brazilian guy sitting across the isle must have also had enough after we saw him pull the speaker out of the roof, wrap it in a plastic bag and push the speaker back in. Heck, welcome to Bolivia!

Sucre is the official capital of Bolivia. Apparently La Paz is the political capital and Sucre is the judicial capital. The town itself was really pretty with many many white colonial buildings, churches, monasteries etc. The whole town centre was white at night.

I visited a few museums and 500 year old churches. Naomi also really liked her Textile Museum which I did no enter. Instead I went to visit a museum which was full of Pre-Columbian artefacts, colonial paintings, silver artefacts and some modern day stuff.

I also visited a few churches/cathedrals. I have never been in churches that were established in 1500s. It was just so beautiful looking at the decorations on the walls, the ceiling, the candle chandeliers, the stained glass windows etc. I was also lucky to visit these churches on a Sunday when they were full of worshippers. It was an experience to watch how faithful some South Americans were.

Stephanie and I also visited Cerro Churuquella which offered great view over the antique city.

We spent 2 days there in Sucre before going on a crappy old night bus to La Paz.

La Paz, Bolivia

We got to La Paz a day early to wait for Angus to arrive the next day. He is spending 5 weeks in South America.

We checked into an amazing hotel which only cost us around $8 and gave us an great view over the city from our balcony and windows. You could see a couple of 6000m plus mountains just outside the city centre.

La Paz was a little chaotic for me with many cars, pollution and people. The layout of the city was really interesting though. As it was around 3600m high and surrounded by many mountains, all the houses were built on the hills. They actually look like Lego buildings from afar. So many little red-roofed buildings everywhere on the hill. I actually quite enjoyed looking at these buildings from our balcony.

We did a whole day bike ride along the world infamous "Death Road". Yes, we survived....just. Our palms and our asses were fully bruised. I didn't think riding down hill would be such tough work until that day. As most of the road was dirt and covered with rocks, pebbles and mud, riding on it was not exactly a piece of cake.

The scenery was amazing too. There were so many jagged cliffs, waterfalls, and forests along the way. As we started riding at 4,800m above the sea level, we also saw the gradual change in vegetation as we descended to the finish line at 1,200m.

The road wasn't exactly narrow, but if you fell off the cliff, you can guarantee to kiss your life good bye. I stacked a couple of times, but luckily they weren't anything too major.

I thought the company that we chose to do the tour with was ok. But Angus and Naomi (especially Naomi) just couldn't stop whinging at me about it. Yes, maybe the bike wasn't exactly world-class, but at least we made it......the tough way! I did have a couple of little problems with my bike...the gears were dead and peddles weren't working properly.......and my back wheel fell off. But hey, at least the scenery was great while the guide tried to fix my bike.

I think Naomi had a heart attack after her tire exploded. I think that probably increased her whinging about the bike company and the bike. As Angus and I were in the front, all we heard and saw were this big BANG and a puff of dust in the air. Then a minute later, Naomi walked up to us without her bike. She was bit pissed off so she just left her bike there for the guide to fix.

Yes, maybe the equipment was not top-notch, and the support vehicle guy was reading porn magazines in the van, but at least the scenery was awesome and the lunch was filling. It was actually the same lunch as the people who paid 200 Bolianos more than us.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

1 year in quick review

 After one year of travel, it is definitely very easy for me to say that this is a trip of a life time. We have visited so many countries different in many ways. We have also learnt a lot about ourselves in unfamiliar environments and learnt how to handle issues with our travel experience. We have also met a lot of friendly and funny people – both locals and travellers.
 
Here is Paul's top 3 favourites according to different categories to 10/02/2010:
Favourite countries overall

No 1 – Mongolia

No 2 – Laos

No 3 - Taiwan

Favourite natural scenery

No 1 – Mongolia – the Gobi dessert was amazing. The Mongolian steppe was just endless and beautiful

No 2 – Mt Everest, Tibet - .Got to see the highest mountain in the world. What more can I say?

No 3 – Nepal – the mountains in the Annapurna circuit was definitely one of the most clean and majestic places I have ever been.

Favourite food

No 1 – Taiwan – the street food and the snacks here were just limitless. You literally can find some new snack or street food everywhere you go, ranging from stinky tofu, to blood cakes to oren.

No 2 – China – You can eat wherever and whenever. I loved the food in China. Especially the local restaurants that sell dishes for $2 and beer for $0.50. Special mention of Peking duck, Shanghai dumplings, eggs and tomato and the Muslim noodles in Xian.

No 3 – Vietnam – Gosh, every region has their own speciality. The bun, the spring rolls, the pho. Yummmmm.

Favourite man-made ancient wonders

No 1 – Great Wall of China – ok, hands down to the Great Wall. I still can't believe that people constructed that monster thing! And it was mostly built 2000 years ago.

No 2 – Angkor ruins of Cambodia - my gosh, these sandstone structures were just beautiful. All hail the great Angkor Wat. So beautifully conserved.

No 3 – Terracota Warriors.

Favourite man-made "modern" wonders

No 1 - The Forbidden City, China

No 2 - Taj Mahal, India

No 3 – Tie between the Winter Palace in Beijing, China and Taipei 101, Taiwan.


Favourite cities

No 1 – New York City - What can I say? The whole NYC was awesome. The Empire State Building, Time Square, the subway, Central Park, Broadway...the list goes on and on.

No 2 – Taipei – All the sights and things you need were very conveniently located and the city was very hi-tech and everyone was really friendly. Not to mention the food.....

No 3 – Xi-an, China – The fusion between the Muslims and the Han people. The food, the Warriors, the history.....

Top things out of my backpack

No 1 - Ear plugs.

No 2 - Head torch.

No 3 – Swiss Army knife.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Buenos Aires, Argentina

We spent the past week in Uruguay while I was waiting for my passport to arrive from Canberra. Don't worry, I didn't lose my passport or got robbed. It was just coming to an end of its life. And unfortunately, most countries require at least 6 months validity on the duration of the passport to allow entry.

Our first stop in Uruguay was Colonia.

Colonia del Sacremento, Uruguay

Colonia was literally just across the "river" from Buenos Aires. Except that the Rio de Plata was more than 50km wide! We went on this gigantic luxurious floating castle to cross the Rio. The port itself was more like an airport in that you needed to check in your luggage etc. The boat was by far the most comfortable, lavish way to cross a border I have ever experienced. All the interior was beautifully decorated with soft carpets and polished wooden floor. It had shops, cafes, outdoor picnic/bbq area on the top deck. It even had a lift inside! The 3 hour boat ride cost us around 125 Argentinian Pesos.

The old part of Colonia was Unesco Heritage Listed. We visited many of the Spanish/Portugese colonial buildings (it changed hands a few times in history). Yeah, the town itself was interesting and it seems like a big tourist spot with cobble streets and small houses made out of rocks. We were there just for 1 night.

Montevideo, Uruguay

Most people find Montevideo boring. I actually found it quite relaxing and pretty. We stayed in the ciudad viaje (old city). It was quite attractive again with the ancient buildings and cobble streets. We were also on the penisula which means we were like 2 minutes walk from either side of the sea. I particularly enjoyed sitting on the esplanade and looking at the sunset. Naomi found it too cold again.

There was a huge celebration in a plaza near us (Plaza de Independencia) for the change of presidency. We were on the bus from the bus station to the hostel and everyone on the bus had Uruguyan flags and were dressed up in their national colours. We thought people must be going to a big soccer game or something. But the bus lady told us that it was for the swearing-in of the new president.

All the people on the streets were dancing, singing and drinking! Even I was affected by the cheery crowd despite the fact that I understood nothing of what they were saying!

Oh, we were so glad that we stayed in the hostel that had no young Israelis. It was almost a blessing for us not being disturbed by rude Israeli backpackers who always wanted to smoke pot and get rowdy, and who had absolute no consideration for other guests in the dorm.

Punto del Este, Uruguay

Well, we heard a lot about this well-known beach town 2 hours east of Montevideo. It was supposed to be a holiday destination for the rich Argentinians and Brazilians. MTV even did a segment on this town. Where we stayed was on the peninsula again and on one side of us was the rougher side of the Atlantic Ocean with great surf and on the other side was a calmer beach that felt more like a lake than anything.

The beach was quite nice and the water seemed clean. Unfortunately we didn't exactly enjoy the best weather the day and half that we were there. Sometimes it was cold and rainy and other times were windy but sunny. But I did manage to jump in and swim in the Atlanttic Ocean! The water was pretty cold, but hey, it could be my only chance to swim in the Atlantic!

Meat was very cheap in Uruguay. We got all the backpackers there envious when we cooked up this 1.3kg worth of steak. I was surprised that we finished the whole lot. I told Naomi that we didn't need that much meat, but she insisted that we should eat up all the beef before we leave this part of South America and head up north. She was right. It was delicious and got everybody's attention. :)

I felt like I was back in Byron Bay in Australia when I was walking down the streets of Punta. It just had that beach vibe to it. As we were just there for 1 night, we didn't get to explore other beaches around the peninsula. Apparently they were better in terms of sand and the water clarity. But I was just glad that we were at the beach town. Last time that we were in the beach was back in Thailand in July 2009. So yeah, well deserved beach time!

Buenos Aires, Argentina

We came back here on the bus and a fast boat and decided to stay in a nearby hostel and hope that it was not an Israeli place. It was called Santo Hostel. Boy oh boy it was a wrong idea. We got there at nearly mid-night and couldn't even find the hostel. After finally found the place, the Ghanian manager told us that we had no booking and there was no one staying there. The place was infested with mosquitoes and was very creepy as we were the only guests there. It also had no internet and I was told in the morning that they had no breakfast for us because the manager woke up too late to buy any food.

To our dismay, we went back to the Israeli hostel down the road......

Same drama with the young kids there. No need to repeat myself here.

I did pick up my passport though. I never received the email from the lady in the embassy who promised that she would email when it arrived. I rung them on Friday morning, the conversation was as follows:

Paul - "Hi, this is Paul Chiu and I am ringing about my new passport".

Lady - "Oh yes, can you bring in your birth certificate please?"

Paul - "What? What for? I just applied for a renewed passport last Monday and you didn't tell me anything about birth certificate."

Lady - "Oh, it's you. I emailed you a few days ago to let you know that your passport arrived."

Paul - "Really? I never received an email from you or DFAT."

Lady - "I think I sent it 2 days ago on Wednesday."

Paul - "Yeah, definitely didn't receive anything."

Lady - "It could be yesterday. Umm, it could have gone into you spam email."

Paul - "Nope, definitely nothing there too."

Lady - "Yeah, it may take a couple of days to come through with the Government's email system. Anyway, it's ready for collection."


And why did I pay tax to the Government again????

We didn't do much this time. I went to see a couple of museums including the famous MALBA. We went to see the weekend market near the Cemetery. Frankly, there are a few souvenirs that I would consider buying, but the problem is how would I send them home? The postage here is ridiculously expensive and my backpack is already so full that I had to hang my sleeping bag on the outside.

We are on our way to Iguazu waterfall now. It will take around 18 hours to get there.


Another interesting experience learning Spanish:

The teacher was teaching us adjectives and one of the words was '
molestos'. The example she gave us was 'el nino esta molesto'. We know the word nino means child. But not knowing much Spanish at all, we translated the sentence to be the child is being molested which we were shocked to hear especially that it was a Spanish lesson after all. After some help by our classmates, we figured that molesto means annoying. So the sentence means the child is annoying.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

From Colonia,del Sacramento, Uruguay

El Calafate, Argentina

El Calafate in southern Argentinian Patagonia was amazing! It was one of the highlights of my trip so far. The bus ride from Rio Gallegos to El Calafate was really scenic too. If it wasn't for the hills and the lakes, I could have almost been back on the Mongolia steppe. It was almost as remote as Mongolia. The only living things we saw were guanacos, eagles and sheep. We travelled on the mysterious Ruta 40 which goes from the Bolivian/Argeninian border all the way to the bottom of the South America mainland. Unlike Mongolia, the road here was straight. The bus driver told us that they only have straight roads like that in Patagonia as Argentinians up north would die too often from accidents as they get bored from driving on good straight roads.

We spent the first couple of nights in a HUGE hostel called Che Lagarto. It apparently could fit up to 120 people there and it really felt like it for us when we were put in a 12 people dorm sharing 1 bathroom with another 12 people dorm. We were packed in like sardines in a can.

Needless to say, we moved after our 2 night booking finished. The hostel across the road was $6 cheaper per night and was not significantly worse. But this is where our invisible tie with Israelis began.

El Calafate is famous for the Los Glaciaress National Park. The most famous glacier was, of course, the Perito Moreno glacier. It was 30km long and at least 5km wide and 60 metres high at the edge. It wasn't even the biggest one there, it was just the most accessible and the most scenic one. We decided to do it independently by taking a guided bus there. When we got there we jumped on a boat to see the glacier from the lake which it extended to and then took a small hike to see the glacier from the hill close by. The glacier was so pristine and blue even on the gloomy day that we went on.

We endured strong wind, the cold and heavy rain on the day we went. Naomi literally had on all the warm gear that she still had (we sent most of our mountain gear home after Nepal). But it was still very enjoyable for me to see such a majestic glacier and to look at bits of ice cracking off and smashing into the lake every few minutes. I initially thought it was thunder as it was that deafening!

As you probably already saw from the pictures that Naomi uploaded, we decided to go back to the National Park to do a whole day boat trip to visit 4 different major glaciers. This time we had the perfect sunny (still freezing cold!) weather. We went to see the Spegazzini, Upsala and Perito Moreno (again) glaciers. This time as we were further into the Park, we got to see bigger glaciers and many massive, massive icebergs! Some of them were 3-4 storeys high and shimmering blue! I thought I was in Antarctica! The only thing missing was the penguins! Apparently 85% of the mass of iceberg is underneath the water, so you can imagine how big these icebergs we saw really were.

Our second hostel in El Calfate was called Hostel Cohuye. We were surprised to see so many Israelis in one hostel. I was impressed that they all cooked together and hung out together etc. I later found out that Israelis love to travel in large packs and they have a certain website or forum that tells them where to go and stay in South America and all the travellers just all seem to flood those hostels. It also meant we were guaranteed non-stop singing, hand clapping and constant Hebrew by staying in some of the cheapest hostels in town.

El Chalten

El Chalten is around 2.5 hours north of El Calafate. It's another tourist town but solely for hikers and campers. We did two day-hikes there to visit glaciers, glacial lakes, Cerro FitzRoy and Cerro Torre.

Both hikes were amazing and involved around 6-8 hours return each. We were told to be careful of wild pumas, deer and condors etc by the ranger. So throughout that whole 2 days, Naomi was petrified of seeing pumas which might attack her and take her into their nests whereas I just always had my camera ready for the clicking.

Cerro FitzRoy and Cerro Torre were both sub-4000m peaks. But because of the snow, the strong western wind from the Pacific Ocean and southern wind from the Antarctica and the sheerness of their faces, they were not climbed till the 1960s and the 1970s and people still die from trying to climb these peaks.

The township was small, but very friendly and pretty. In the hostel we were in, we bumped into some French tourists we met in the hostel in Valdivia in Chile. Such a small world! But I guess we were doing the Gringo trail after all....

Oh yes, we didn't see even see any deer or pumas in the end. So no puma shots and Naomi is still safe and sound.

After a couple of nights in El Chalten, we went back to El Calafate for 1 night before taking the bus off to the End of the World town – Ushuaia.

Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina

We got up at 2am in El Calafate for our 16 hour bus ride to Ushuaia. I realised that my worry of being robbed walking down to the bus stop at 2:30am was unfounded when we bumped into hundreds of locals/tourists flooding the main streets all lining up to go clubbing! I felt so ancient feeling dead tired and walking with a big backpack on my back and a small backpack in the front at that wee hour whilst these people are just ready to start their night........

Anyway, 16 hours and two border crossings later we arrived in Ushuaia. Our main purpose at this town was to check out whether we could afford to go to Antarctica on the last minute deals. We checked.....and we didn't get on the boat.

I know literally everybody told me on Facebook that I should go to Antarctica as this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But hey, it is not ONCE is a lifetime if I go back again. Right?...RIGHT????

Naomi and I did some sums and she concluded that she could not afford to go as she would not have much money leftover after she gets home. For me, it was simply that it was a 2 people deal the travel agent quoted us. It would have cost me in excess of $US4,000 for 11 days if I had gone by myself.

Anyway, we ended up having a really, really nice King crab for lunch. Yes, it was very delicious even if Naomi thought it was too salty.

I mean, it was quite nice just knowing that we were at the very southernmost town in the world. That, to me, was an achievement in itself. We went from as far north as the Siberia/Mongolia border to the bottom of the world.

Oh, in Ushuaia, we also stayed in another Israeli hostel. Needless to say, some nights we were the only non-Israeli guests there. It was starting to becoming a problem for us as we don't speak Hebrew and they don't try to talk in English or Spanish, so I felt like I was the third wheel over the dinner table which was not exactly entertaining for me.

We did meet an English guy who spent all his money on an Antarctic cruise. He did say it was the best thing he had ever done. But he also had to cut his trip short and head home a week after he left Ushuaia. His stories made both of us jealous. He apparently got to swim in the Antarctic Ocean with penguins, then bathe in the hot springs on an island off Antarctica.

In Ushuaia, we went to visit a few museums and I went to see Cerro Martial and Glacier Martial. Glacier Martial was the remnant of the last ice age 20,000 years ago when Tiera del Fuego was connected to the mainland and all of Patagonia was covered with ice and glaciers. In the museums, we got to witness how the glaciers retreated over the past 150 years.

On the way to the glacier, we met an interesting friend who had nice blonde hair. She was very blonde, cute but quite hairy though. She did not talk much but just hung out with us at a park. The golden retriever loved to play fetch with us and strangely enough, also loved to attack trees when there were no sticks around. As she kept breaking all the sticks that we threw for her to fetch, she began pulling branches off small trees so that we could throw them. She better not get caught by the council or else the owner might suffer a heart attack when he gets a bill for all the trees she pulled from the park.

We flew to Buenos Aires after spending 5 nights in Ushuaia. The airfare was around AU$225 for the 3.5 hour flight. It was quite expensive for our budget, but we didn't want to suffer 48 hours on the bus nonstop. And that is if we were lucky to get the connecting bus straight away! For that extra AU$100, it was a bargain.

Buenos Aires, Argentina

You really know that you are a true backpacker and on a tight budget when you are too cheap to cough up the money for a night's accommodation and sleep in the airport instead. Yep, that is us. Instead of paying for an overpriced taxi and $11 each for a night at the hostel, we decided to sleep in the airport for 5 hours and wait for the bus in the morning since our plane arrived at 2:30am.

Casa de Papa hostel was very nicely located in the centre of the city. Everything would have been nice if, once again, we weren't staying in an Israeli hostel. I think by this time, Naomi was just sick of them treating all the hostels like school camps with nonstop singing, fighting, smoking, giggling and guitar playing till early hours of the morning.

We were told by some of them that all the Israelis travel for 6 months after they finish their army service and they all go to 3 destinations – South America, India or Australia/New Zealand. Apparently the first two places are for more budget travellers who want cheap access to drugs. And the ones with more money and, *cough* style, go to Oz/NZ. That probably explains why they are all staying in the cheap hostels.

I quite like Buenos Aires. The city of tango, steak and culture. The hostel we stayed in was built in the 19th Century and had an ancient lift installed in it. Again, just like what you see in the movies!!! Everywhere you see, you will spot heritage buildings.

I even found tenedor libre (buffet) restaurants that were cheaper and better than Sizzler! They served traditional Argentinian asado (grilled meat), all sorts of salads, hot and cold dishes, desserts etc. Anything you want, they probably have it. Ribs, rump, chops etc. We were there pretty much for the meat. We saw quite a few of them in Ushuaia and of course, they displayed the grilled meat next to the window so that you could see it from outside just to make your mouth-water. But we resisted until we got to Buenos Aires.

We went twice in a week and it was the best idea ever. The first time I ate so much that I had problems walking back to our hostel. :)

In Buenos Aires, I also applied for a new passport as mine is due to expire in a few months. And hence we are here in Uruguay for a few days to wait for the passport.

I also was brave enough to go and take a couple of tango lessons. I haven't done tango for years and was glad that some of the basics I learnt still work. The tango was amazing in Buenos Aires. It seemed that everyone can do it so easily there. The instructor even told me it was just like walking and eating. If you can walk properly, you can do tango. Right.....

We went to Chinatown in Buenos Aires to have a belated Chinese New Year meal. It was way smaller than the one in Brisbane though.

When you are sleeping in dorms, you really get to appreciate the wonder of ear plugs. We had this old Israeli guy in the same room and his snores were like earthquakes. Even the walls shook. Even with him snoring plus tens of Israeli kids singing and giggling loudly outside, I managed to stay sane thanks to my earplugs.

In B.A, I also visited the cemetery where Evita was buried, and some museums and colonial buildings from the 17th Century.

I loved the feeling of walking around some of these old suburbs where the houses were small and the roads were made out of cobbles. It really had that European vibe to it. We visited San Telmo and La Boca which are two suburbs that still have a lot of traditional architecture. There were heaps of local people drinking their mate and talking to their neighours on the streets, playing chess in small grey alleys etc. We saw some street tango dancing too. They were just so skilful and elegant.