a very long day

pick-up at 7 AM, drop-off at 9 PM, destination Humahuaca.

i tend to do tours backwards. i don’t spend a lot of time investigating the destination prior to the trip, i just go and then read all about it when i get back, it gives me something to do while having dinner. this method usually works, but today it didn’t work out so well.

had i looked, i would have realized i was going on a tour to the mountains 161 miles away. i would have packed accordingly bringing the guide book, cell phone, two snack bars and more than one bottle of water. also this tour happened to be 98% Spanish speaking, 2% English speaking. but the other English 1% spoke Spanish almost fluently, so it was me, the lone English speaker, catching every other word.

it was fine, i made up the history as we went along, it involved the Incas and the dinosaurs. not historically accurate, but i’m pretty sure i can sell the script. at lunch i found out that a few people on the mini-bus spoke some English and they started to translate the important bits for me, like what time to be back on the bus, don’t take pictures in the church, and where the bathroom was located.

so, what did i see on my day long adventure you ask…….well there were a number of places.

i saw the Paleta de Pintor (Painter’s Palette), each color change is due to the minerals in the soil.

 

the Pucara (Fortress) de Ticara and the Jardin de Botanica, otherwise known as the Garden of Giant Cactus.

Humahuaca itself, which felt a lot like Peru to me, lots of crafts in bright colors.

 

 

brief stop outside the Maimara Cemetery…..each person that stops here on a tour gets a little ceramic souvenir and the address of the person who made it. the address is so you can send the children of the town items when you return home. i can do that, who doesn’t want to help children?!

and that about sums up the highlights. all in all it was pretty interesting, although a very long day.

rain rain go away

yesterday after i got back from visiting the falls, i rested for a bit then went out for a little walk around the hotel. there wasn’t too much to see, as the hotel wasn’t really near anything of interest and downtown was just far enough away that i didn’t feel like investigating.

i wandered, took some pictures and then decided it was time for lunch since it was about 2 PM. (the picture above is the back of a sign in a nearby park. the back was more interesting than the front.) i stepped into the hotel lobby just as it started to rain. it hasn’t stopped since. a light rain turned into a thunder and lightening storm, and that’s what i fell asleep, and woke up to. a, “tormento de electrico”, sounds much more romantic than lightening storm doesn’t it?

i’m really glad my trip to the falls happened when it did, i’m not sure i would have enjoyed it quite as much in the rain. ok sure, i got wet during my visit there, but that was all by choice.

since it was raining all afternoon and evening, i spent some time playing around with a photo manipulation app i bought before i left. totally fun, and a good way to kill time indoors. well that, and making up my own dialogue while watching LOST in Portuguese.

this is a sculpture in Buenos Aires by the law school, called the Aluminum Flower or Flora de Aluminum. it was designed and gifted to the city by an architect after graduating; a thank you to Buenos Aires for the education.

more falls……

after stopping off at the second largest souvenir store i’ve ever seen, the first being in Las Vegas, we made our way to the Brazil side of the Iguazu Falls.

 

the Brazil side of the park is much smaller, and the walk shorter, but the falls were just as fantastic. the photo above is looking toward the Garganta del Diablo, the Devil’s Throat. the photo below is also Garganta del Diablo, but the Argentina side.

two different vantage points, one amazing sight. and who knows, with enough votes this place might be one of the new 7 Wonders of Nature.

the crack of dawn

the bad thing about today was that it started very early. in a country that doesn’t eat dinner until 8-11 PM, how is it even possible to have a ride to the airport at 5 AM?! also, since i had the stellar room location of overlooking the main street, i didn’t have a great night sleep. granted, there weren’t gun shots or constant car alarms, but who has trash collection at midnight? i like my sleep, and without enough of it i can be a little cranky. i know, so hard to believe, right?

so…..after getting up at 4:30 AM and repacking (i had to get another bag to leave at the hotel, as the inter-country flights have a limit of 15k weight and i barely made the US 50 lb. limit), taking a quick shower, and pretending to the front desk staff that checking out at 5 AM was perfectly normal, i made my way to the airport. deciding to bypass coffee, i sunk into a comfy chair at the gate and waited to board the flight to Iguazu.

we boarded on time and i promptly fell asleep. i woke up as we were taking off, which as it turned out, was an hour later than planned. who knew?!

i arrived in Iguazu well rested and ready to start the day. again, i do love walking out of baggage claim and seeing a smiling individual holding a sign with my name on it. in this case the individual was Julio, and he took me to the Visitors Center at Iguazu National Park and introduced me to Mario, my guide for the tour of the Iguazu Falls.

and yes, every time i said his name i heard the music in my head and Luigi’s voice calling out, “Mario? little footsteps…..Mario?”. the couple from Rome on the tour with me were thinking the same thing…..you can take the people away from their Nintendo, but can’t take Nintendo away from the people.

also, i knew it would happen, but i wasn’t sure when……..Mario was the one that busted out with, “Don’t cry for me Argentina”, on the walk to the falls. it remained in my head all afternoon……thanks Mario, thanks a lot!

the falls………really, i can’t describe the feeling of being there. they are ginormous, and the sound is so loud, but calming at the same time. they’re just a crazy powerful force of nature, and i am so happy that i was able to see them. as part of the trip we took a Zodiac-ish boat ride so we could experience the falls close up. that was awesome. wet, but awesome.

tomorrow Mario, Luigi, Princess Daisy and i will see the falls from the Brazil side. although i may hear more songs from the Evita soundtrack, i bet it’s going to be a good day!

touring the city

i know it sounds odd, but I’m a fan of the, “city tour”. after spending a couple of hours on a bus i now feel like i have a better grasp of where things are, and what i want to see when i come back at the end of the month.

one area is called Caminito. originally it was home to Italian immigrants, but now it’s a tourist trap, full of street artists and people in tango costumes charging for photos. the main draw though is all of the fun colorful buildings. i only had about 15 minutes to look around and take pictures, including the one in this post.

i’m really looking forward to spending more time wandering through the different barrios (neighborhoods), one day just wasn’t enough.

i have arrived

it was an uneventful flight to Argentina, which is a good thing. the person next to me had a broken video screen and had to change seats, leaving me two seats all to myself….poor me. also i have to give credit to the wonderful pilot on the flight from JFK to EZE for making the smoothest landing ever. ever!

while researching Argentina, somehow i missed the part where they charge you $100+ to come into the country, thankfully you can pay by credit card. once the surprise payment was taken care of, it was smooth sailing to get through customs, grab my luggage and get out the door. Rolando was there to pick me up and it was an easy ride to the hotel.

since I got in at 9 AM my room wasn’t quite ready, but that’s ok, who doesn’t like to spend a couple of hours in a hotel lobby after traveling for 15 hours.

by noon i got into my room and promptly napped for a couple of hours. just because i had more room in my seat doesn’t mean i actually slept. a long shower and a coffee later i was off to check out the area. not too far from the hotel is the “Broadway” of the city, tons of theater, cinema and events. should it still be playing when i return to BA, i may see if i can catch a matinee of Hamlet. granted, i won’t understand it all, but i’m pretty sure the story doesn’t change with the language.

photo courtesy of jaquematepress.blogia.com

the final countdown

i can hardly believe it, the trip to Argentina is almost here. i leave in a mere four days. i feel like i’ve been planning this trip forever.

i’ve slowly started piling items in the corner that i want to take with. i have a feeling that by Friday it may be a tower.

pack, unpack, repack, repeat…..now you know what i will be doing Friday evening after i get home from dinner with my friends. i have everything mentally packed already, so it’s really just a matter of will it fit in the bag, and will i be able to lift the bag. small details.

i have high hopes for packing, i’m not really taking that much with me. i figure when you go on a tour it is perfectly acceptable to wear the same items of clothing multiple times, especially if there is a big coat involved. although, i have come to the conclusion you do need to make sure to mix it up enough for the big photo op days. i’m pretty sure every Peru picture i’m in i’m wearing the same outfit.

photo courtesy of hypebeast.com

please pass the salt

not so much international, but definitely geotastic are the Bonneville Salt Flats, located in Wendover, Utah. this expanse of salt is pretty amazing, and a spot i call home for one week in August every year.

if you saw the movie The World’s Fastest Indian, then you’ll know exactly where i was and what i’m taking about. Bonneville National Speed Week is the event that draws me to Wendover, and the reason being, my Dad races.

my Dad and his friends have been going to Bonneville 40+ years now, and the team holds a land speed record in the F/FR class. they have a modified 29′ Ford roadster with a V6 engine, and it runs on a fuel mixture, not gas. the races are all about speed, how fast can you go on a straight-away four mile course. a four mile course of salt.

since the Salt Flats are in the desert it’s usually in the 90’s during the day, and temperatures drop at night. the salt is packed hard like any desert floor, and it’s cool to the touch. because it’s white, you immediately think of snow, but it’s not that wet or cold. when it rains the water tends to pool up, as the salt doesn’t absorb water as quickly as it comes down. if it rains too much before the races there is the chance they will have to postpone or cancel, since you can’t race on a wet course.

it takes awhile for the officials to map the course as each year the salt changes, and an area that was good one year can be full of holes the next. the salt is deteriorating, and many believe it is because of the potash plant nearby. the Wall Street Journal featured an article about this very topic last month.

i have been coming to the races for over 20 years now, and it really is quite an experience. the landscape and the cars differ a bit year to year, but it always feels like coming home.

photo courtesy of automotive-photography.net

now what?

i’m fairly certain the last major thing i needed to do for my trip was secure a Visa so i could visit the Iguazu Falls in Brazil. many documents and $140 later, i have a Brazil Visa in hand.

now what? i have over a month left before i board the plane for my Argentinian adventure, and not much prep to do. i occasionally surf the internet for info on things to do and see while i’m there. you’d think i didn’t have a tour already planned and 2-3 guidebooks sitting on the nightstand…..but one of the things the internet can offer which a guidebook can’t, is the blog.

blogs are such a great read when you’re researching an area. i simply searched on, “being vegetarian in Argentina” and a days worth of reading magically appeared before my eyes. i started reading about vegetarian options in Argentina on one couples blog, then i looked at their photos, read some interviews, clicked on some links, ended up other peoples blog sites, read their information, looked at their pictures, and next thing you know the sun has set, i’m sitting in a dark house, and i missed dinner. blogs suck you in.

travel blogs are the best. so many people writing about the amazing places they’ve been to, it really does make you realize how big the world really is. i’m really enjoying reading the blogs of people who have been traveling for years. i guess i knew that people did that, traveled non-stop – working their way around the world, but i never really thought about it. it’s fascinating to read the stories and find out how people make it all work.

i think i will stick with my yearly trips, but i raise a glass to those that rent their houses, sell their belongings, and make the decision to travel for the rest of their lives!

image courtesy of southloopschools.net

Bali revisited

my friend LT is leaving today for Bali, and she will be staying there for a month. i know that i have a month long trip to Argentina in my future, but i have to tell you, i’m feeling a bit nostalgic for Bali.

i was putting together a list of places i visited for her, and i started to feel sad that i wasn’t going back to Bali. although i didn’t feel a kinship to Bali while i was there, something definitely gets in your blood and the draw to go back increases with time.

i’m betting the Bali of July is very different than the Bali of February. probably not so hot that you think you’re going to die, for one. yes, that is a little dramatic, but it was SO hot & humid. the temples and other sites will be more crowded, and the beaches as well, it’s big surf season now. that was a nice thing about going in the off season, at least the beaches weren’t crowded. i could go somewhere to escape the crowds. somewhere with a lounge chair and a cold drink too……it doesn’t get much better than that.

i look forward to hearing about LT’s trip when she returns, as her adventure will be very different than mine. it involves yoga for one thing. the only yoga thing about me is a pair of yoga pants i bought at Target, so comfy!