Before I left for South America, I remember wondering about the famed “travel bug” (the addiction to travel, not a stomach upset ) and whether I would catch it. I wondered what it was about travelling that had so many addicted. Now I think there might be side to that story that may not be all that clear to those who haven’t done it…
The journey into Bolivia begins – into the salt flats surrounded by the English. Who’d have thought, eh?
Jay and I walked across the border from Argentina to Bolivia at the twin towns of La Quiaca (Argentina) and Villazón (Bolivia). You can’t catch buses across the border – you need to walk or go by car. The crossing is actually formed by a very small bridge over a dried river bed, the border posts at either end…
Today is Blog Action Day around the world and this year’s topic is poverty. As I am currently in Bolivia I thought I’d post a little about the country, some statistics and a little about the current situation.
A 23 hour bus ride from Iguazu to Salta left me feeling a little drained, but it was still good to see a familiar face in Jay when I arrived. Through some fluke we both ended up there at the same time, and were planning to travel north in roughly the same direction at the same time too. high five
Salta was warm, fairly tranquil and generally a nice city….
(Please prepare yourself once again for a flurry of posts in an effort to catch up on the last month of my travels). Puerto Iguazu is a town in Northeastern Argentina – the Argentine town at Iguazu Falls. After farewelling the guys in BA I jumped on a Crucero del Norte bus (cama, of course) [...]
I wish I could easily write in mathematical notation on this blog. I’d write a formula for my contactability inversely proportional to my immersion in Bolivia. I’d write a formula defining the limit of z (where z is my Spanish speaking ability) as x approaches infinity (where x is the time I have spent travelling [...]
A full week in Buenos Aires, especially in the Milhouse Hostel, may be enough to kill some people. It is quite possible to inadvertently party yourself to death in that place. I think I came close. Brad and I arrived at about 10am after an interesting taxi ride from the bus station where I took [...]
I don’t really have much to say about my few days in Cordóba – they seem like a dim memory now, though it was only a week ago. I was lucky enough to (once again) meet cool people in the forms of James, Brad and Vik and of course we went out drinking and dancing. [...]
In a few hours I am off to Argentina. By bus. 16 hours. oooer. For those of you who do contact me by phone, my Chilean number won’t function outside the country, so good luck with that (lol@you). I’ll be going to Cordoba first. I’ll keep you updated Farewell to all my friends in Santiago [...]
I did so much in my last month in Santiago. Next week I am leaving Chile for Argentina and eventually to Bolivia for a few months. Parties I went to Grainne’s farewell at her house (nicknamed the Pisco Disco) and met some of the most awesome people in Santiago. Abraham, a very talented drummer who [...]