Sunday, September 27, 2009
The End
So this chapter has come to an end. In short, the trip was my dream of six years fulfilled. Through the ups and downs, victories and injuries, it was incredible. I have changed in ways I don't yet fully know and I have learned and seen things that only a few people can understand. I will miss being understood by people doing something similar to me, meeting people from all over the world and being able to talk about our experiences tubing in Vang Vien, the salt flats in Bolivia, riding camels in Egypt, or hiking that Franz Joseph glacier in New Zealand. Talking about that amazing restaurant or hostel or experience. On average most of the people I encountered were traveling for about six months, around my age, and just living their life to travel and see everything. Hostels are wonderful places. All you do is meet people from all over the world that are just like you, traveling with a backpack just trying to see the world and have a great time all the while doing it on a budget. Traveling alone was a challenge but also a wonderful thing for me. You are forced to reach out and meet people, learning about all them and spending hours with people you only met that day. Most hostels in South America were equipped with bars, internet, kitchens, tv rooms, and a very friendly environment. Although traveling alone is not something I had planned or really wanted to do I was grateful I did it.
I will miss my backpack and not having to think about what to wear that day and simple life free of possessions, cell phones (the iPhone, really?!?!), and anything material. I will miss waking up in a new city full of possibilities, great people to meet, new places to see, and new food to try. It was magical, the life of a backpacker, my life on the road. My list of places to see is longer then the list when I left, there is so much of the world left to see and I want to see it all. Next on the list is South Africa and Central America.
To answer the question on everyone's mind- Favorite country? Obviously I went to too many countries (29 countries in 370 days) to pick an absolute favorite so here are the tops. I loved Argentina: the culture, the people, the food and wine, the beauty, and the nightlife. Argentina has it all and they do it quite well. Other favorites were countries that I was surprised by - the generosity of the people, the untouched beauty of the landscape, the culture still evident in even the bustiest of cities. Cambodia had the majestic Angkor Wat Temples and to the beautiful beaches. Laos had the innocent curiosity of the people, that amazing three day trek to the small villages surrounding Luang Probang, and then the madness of tubing in Vang Vien. The kindness of the people of Jordan dissolved all stereotypes and seeing Petra, the city built into the mountain, and floating in the Dead Sea. Every turn of the road in New Zealand brought another breath taking view and the thrill of a glacier climbing at Franz Joseph. Bolivia provided me with the athletic achievement of hiking to Machu Picchu, climbing a 6,088 meter mountain on Huyana Potosi and wonderment of those incredible salt flats.
At this time I have been home about two months. It hasn't been as hard as I though it would be to assimilate back into this world. While cell phones still sit on tables during dinner and material focuses are everywhere I think I had prepared myself for that. While home I have been able to catch up with friends (many of which were loyal followers of this blog, thank you for that), spend time with family and my dog, Cheyenne, job search, and I created and finished six, count them, six photo albums. A couple weeks ago I got a job up in San Francisco and will be moving up there at the beginning of October to start life over again. I am back in online advertising working for an ad agency up in SF working on the Virgin America account. I am excited about it and do think it will be a good fit for me. It will be different this time and it will be time to come up with another dream. I will always be a traveler and the travel bug will never be gone, but I think I am OK with that. I could not be more grateful for my experiences and the support my parents and friends provided me during my travels. Yes there were hardships, sometimes I was homesick during the holidays or lonely while traveling alone but overall it was wonderful and I couldn't have asked for anything more. I wouldn't have done it any other way. I am so lucky and truly blessed. It was the best of times.
The End.
Friday, September 25, 2009
The Home Stretch
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Isla of Paradise
There are amazing beaches on the island and the most famous is Lopez Mendez. It takes a two hour hike through the center of the island to get to the other side and this wonderful beach. I was with the two Swedish girls, Sanna and Matis, and Ben and Kate, the two English mates I met in Rio. We enjoyed a glorious day at the beach and took a sunset boat ride back to our hostel. That night the owner of the hostels decided to get a DJ and turned the two packed hostels into a club. While we were there the island had a fair in the main part of town to celebrate the spring harvest festival. There were stalls selling any and all the treats then you could imagine, outdoor bars, live bands and it seemed all the people that lived on the small island were out to party.
We wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day so we grabbed some kayaks and paddled out to explore some of the more remote beaches on the island. While kayaking, Ben decided we needed some music so he set up his iPod speakers on his kayak and we paddled our way jamin' to good tunes. After ansuccessful attempt to find a waterfall we were told about we landed on a small deserted beach nearby what we thought was a hotel. We were all by ourselves and walked up to the hotel to buy a drink when we are told by one of the many workers that this place is not a hotel but a huge house. This resort had five employees running around, a grand buffet spread full of fresh fruit, drinks, and other snacks- where was the owner who lives in this amazing house??! After sometime we suddenly saw a helicopter flying over head and land on the yard of the house. Clearly the owner or the resort had arrived. We watched in awe as a young waiter sprinted out with a tray full of drinks and the owner showed someone around the property, spending about an hour at the place before getting into the helicopter and he was off on his way. Now that is the life for me.
After a couple more days on Isla Grande I was off to the south of Brazil to enjoy my last few days of this trip.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Rio... Rio... Rio...
The other main attractions in Rio are 'The Loaf' which is really named Pao de Azul and you take a tram up to the topis a great place to go see the sunset. There are also the botanical gardens, the Lapa steps, and lots of museums. We went to see a local futbol game- not as crazy as the ones in Argentina- and had a late night swim at the Copacobana Hotel. One important thing to do in Rio is to see the favelas, the slums of Rio. They are shanty towns crowded onto hillsides are units of irregular self-constructed housing that are typically unlicensed and occupied illegally. The poor-quality residences are built randomly, houses on top of houses though a network of stairways and alleyways that you have to squeeze though. Often the favelas are run by drug lords (the one who ran this one was 21 yrs old) who make millions of dollars which they use to pay off the cops so they don't raid the towns. 60% of the people in Rio live well below the poverty line. I feel it is important to see this side of Rio and get outside the tourist, wealthy areas of the city to see how most of the people live.
In Brazil on the street corners there are often fresh fruit smoothies and pastries grab and go stores. Acai is the fruit smoothie that all the locals get; it is chalkfull with tons of vitamins and protein and is a deep purple color. It is delicious (especially with granola, banana slices, and honey) and I think I got one everyday while in Brazil- it is going to be the next big thing. Additionally there are lots of Brazilian BBQ/steak places, called churrasios, where you sit at the restaurant and people walk around with meat on sticks. Additionally there are stalls with kebabs, corn on the cob, and churros filled with chocolate - covering all your basic food groups.
OK, lets get to the nightlife. Friday night is the lapa street party which is basically three streets packed with people. The streets are lined with stalls selling kebabs, women with trays full of tequila shots, bar stands that can make you any drink you desire- caipirinha is the traditional drink in Brazil, and lots and lots of people. There is an awesome drum band that plays under the bridge located at the end of one of the street. In addition to the street party there are lots of clubs that line the street offering you a place to party when the street gets too packed. Saturday night we wanted to go see how the locals party so we went to Casa Rosa, a Lapa club/bar located in a renovated house. One room had a live Brazilian band, another room had a DJ playing all the hot hits. When we arrived we noticed that in the court yard there was a mechanical bull and everyone was dressed up like farmers. After some investigation we learned that people were dressed up for the spring harvest festival- the time of year that farmers harvest crops. Anyway we had a great time mingling with all the locals, dancing some salsa, and yes I did dabel with the mechanical bull, not one of my finer moments. On Sunday night the Favela Funk Party which is a huge club- we are talking 10,000+ people- dancing samba (a crazy shaking everything you got dance).
And that about wraps up Rio... Rio... Rio...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Guest Blogger: Mom actually makes it to South America!
So mom has the task of writing this guest blog entry about our time in South America because I can't really be asked to write anymore. The highlights are:
Buenos Aires: city tour with Mariano, La Bomba de Tiempo drum show, tango show and steak dinner at La Cabrera with the Swedish girls
Uruguay: Montevideo, massive steak, and the futbol match
Iguazu Falls: sneaking into Brazil to see the Brazilan side of the falls, the Argentina side, and the Sheraton Luxury
I have a feeling she will never get around to this, but I am putting the pressure on. Stay tuned...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Buenos Dias Buenos Aires
On my second day, my two roomies and I, Alex (English) and Jeremy (American) and took off to explore the houses and parks in Palmero, which is the wealthier area of the city. We spent the day at the zoo, parks, drinking mate, and eating empanadas. That night Alex and I went to a lovely local steak place in San Telmo that at 11pm the line was out the door. I got delicious Bife de Chorizo and wine we were all set for another late evening. The next day we went to the famous San Telmo markets which, for all the markets that I have been to- and there have been a lot, it may have been the best. Street after street were filled with stalls selling amazing jewelry, leather goods, and some random things like old clocks or bottles. Even better was all the live music- full bands and single singers, salsa and tango dancers, just made for a great time at the markets. That afternoon we went to see the famous Boca Juniors futbol team play. We had to do some bribery to get into the game after scalping some fake tickets (long story), but we got in and as we entered the stadium we realized we were in the popular section, aka hard core local fans. Although Boca was doing horrible that season the popular section- #12 fan- was full of the real fans who never stopped singing or dancing. The stadium was pretty empty except for our section. It was great to see one of the most famous teams in all of futbol and watch with the true fans, the ones who will support their team even when they are doing badly (San Diego fans should take note of this phenomenon).
Later that same evening I finally got around to checking my email and discovered that my mom had booked a last minute flight to BA and was coming out in two days. She was feeling really great a week after her surgery and was going to come out. I was so excited!
The next day our crew was all geared up to go to a huge futbol match, a semi final game, outside the city for a local team, The Estudiantes vs The Nationals (from Uruguay). Dare I say one of the coolest things I did while traveling was seeing this intense futbol game, it puts even the most dedicated sporting fans to shame. When we all arrived to this big deal game the stadium was electric with noise makers and chanting. We never sat down, stopped dancing or singing the entire game. Flairs, smoke bombs, and fireworks were going off all around us. Sometimes the smoke was so thick it was hard to even see the field and I have no idea how the players could even see the ball. It was just a big party. Because the game mattered so much people were screaming, cheering, booing, and cussing (puta) as they followed the game very closely. Suddenly there was a huge squrimish in the stands and the crowd opened up and we saw a guy literally getting the shit getting kicked out of him. Three huge guys were just kicking him because, as I later discovered, the guy had a flag from another team- a sister team- and that was why he was beat to a pulp. No big deal is what all the locals were saying to me, it happens every big game. Well as the guy was bloody and carried out on a stretcher I thought he probably thought otherwise. Despite the momentary interruption, the game was so much fun and the home team, The Estudiantes won. Even better, the next day my mom was coming....
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Patagonia and the Asada
I first went to the very small town of El Bolston (located in the Lakes District in the northern part of Patagonia) where I heard you could go and stay with families. Staying in hostels is great, but getting the opportunity to stay with a family was an experience I didn't want to pass up. I got to stay with this adorable little family who had two little kids that were so fun and could play with you all day The kids always get so much attention because there are always backpackers staying with the family and that means there is someone new to play with.
At the family home there was another backpacker, Mariano, who I ended up spending the next few days with hiking with. Mariano was born and raised in Buenos Aires so I got to meet up with him again in that city a couple weeks later. We spent our next three days hiking. We hiked up to Pt Panoramico from there to Mirador del Azul and finally to Cabeza del Indio for beautiful views of the Rio Azul. Our next day we went to Lago Puelo and were hiking around and suddenly we sunk into the mud like quicksand. Mariano was stuck in mud up to ankles, which was quite funny to me as an innocent bystander.
One of my highlights of Argentina was going to the family asada party that the family threw for their friends and us backpackers staying with them. Asadas are very typical in Argentina and consists of a lot of meat, asada in this case, lots of wine, and lots of friends and family. The amount of meat that they prepared was immense, but when I asked if there was other food being prepared the answer was, nope just meat and some bread- sorry vegetarians. The meat and chimichurri sauce were so good and there was so much of it that I didn't need much else. It was just a special night to be allowed to participate in such a festive dinner that is so traditional in Argentina.
Next I headed up to Bariloche to meet up with the Swedish girls to do some more hiking. We stayed at a cute hostel with amazing views of Lago Nahuel Huapi surrounded by lofty mountain peaks. I had hoped to do some skiing while I was there because there are great ski resorts, but the snow had not yet come. On our first day we rented bikes to explore the lake areas. We hiked up to Llao Llao point and Lago Moreno Oeste before the huge rain storm began. It was raining so hard and we were almost being blown over by the intense wind. Lucky the guy from the bike rental shop drove by to get us because the storm was so fierce.
We also decided to do a little two day climb, staying at one refugio that was still open at this time of year. After stopping at the very helpful tourist information center we were off on our adventure. We took a bus over to the start of the trail and spent the next two days walking, enjoying nature and the amazing views. As we walked up the mountain it started to snow which made our task much more difficult. We had to abandon mission half way up because of the snow and the fact that we didn't have proper hiking equipment for the snowy weather. We did find a cute refugio near the bottom of the trail and stayed there for the night and headed back to Bariloche the next day.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
"This Club Gets Really Good From 7am to 10am"
I headed down to
The girls and I checked out the city, watched some tango, sipped quite a bit of mate, and danced to reggaeton (we loved Daddy Yankee) till all hours of the morning.
We made friends with some people that worked at the hostel and they invited us to their home for a traditional Argentina dinner which was lots of fun. They brought us to lots of local clubs and bars where I was able to practice my spanish, (and they practiced their english), with some universtity students in the area. Now in Cordoba people head out to clubs at 2-3am and those clubs close at 6am, but a whole other group of clubs open at 6 and they are PACKED. It is at one of these clubs that the famous line was uttered to me "Don't worry, this club get really good from 7am to 10am." That says it all. Argentina put Brazil to shame in the way of nightlife.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"She'll Meet Us at the Bar Later"
I think that
My first destination in
I decided to go down to Cafayate with a group of three girls, Robyn, Sanna, and Madis, that I had met at the hostel in
The next day we were off on a hike to some nearby waterfalls. We are thinking this hike will be a basic 2.5 hour climb, it turns out not to be a hike but more of a rock climbing exhibition- pulling ourselves in and out of rock crevasses, jumping over rivers, and creating our own path because there was no real trail to follow. We actually made it successfully to the waterfall which we were very excited about. On our second day we decided to do some wine tasting and cheese eating. We went to Bodega La Banda where we drank their red and torrencea white wine. Then we went to Cabras de Cafayate which is a goat cheese factory where we saw and learned (OK it was all in Spanish so we didn’t really learn anything) about the goat cheese making world. That night was another BBQ and trip to the salsa bar. To got to the bar we got a ride in a van and mi amor, the dog Ameria, tried to follow us by running after the car. Her owner and the owner of the bar, Carlos, looks at me and says “Don’t worry, Ameria will meet us at the bar later.” Shortly after we get to the bar I see the door kick open and in strolls Ameria and she struts her way onto the dance floor. Blood brilliant.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Home Sweet Home
So my transition home has been interesting, quite boring, but beneficial nonetheless. I can say that life is not as fun when you are not exploring new cities every three days. It has been great to see all my mates and they all seem to think that I have a British accent which is hilarious, but that is what happens traveling with the English for two months. I had my welcome back party last week (aka an excuse for my dads band to play) so life is moving on.
Stay tuned, the journey on this blog is not finished yet.
“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” - Lin Yutang