Hasta La Vista Suda America !!
Gosh, Doesnt time fly when a girls having fun? S'been three months dontcha know and today I am in Santiago, Chile, and it's my last day in South America! Tonight I fly to New Zealand and oooh im all excited all over again!!
I left Bariloche a week ago and crossed over to Chile- and though im not given over to going on about the scenery too much- i cant help but just gush abit about the mountains, lakes and pastures I past on the way to Osorno. Everything just looked vivid, as though it were touched up with computer technology to look vibrant. The snow on the mountain tops was virgin pure, the green so.. oh i cant do it justice. However when i got to Osorno it was a complete dump and booked another bus ticket to go to the next town -Valdivia. Its funny how here you dont think too much about the journey times. Travel wise this was like going 'oh I dont like Barnsley, il go to Southport.' Anyway got there very late and booked into a B&B. Bite to eat in nice cafe and thats about it. Spent the next day eating nice seafood, and reading on the river bank. It was quite pretty but thats about it. Another bus (overnight) to Valparaiso.
Valparaiso is 2 hours from Santiago. Everyone who has been to Santiago on this trip has advised me to not go there until the last minute and that I should chill in a seaside place as long as poss. So I go to Valparaiso. Anyway get there at 9.30am a bit tired and with a knackered shoulder from not great bus and go to chosen Hostel. Its full. The owner, a weirdy beardy camp German guy, took me in and let me have a free breakfast with the multi cultural gathering at the breakfast table. Spent the morning talking with Swiss, Swedish, French and Portuguese backpackers, all of which had about 5 languages each and I, the typical English person, with one and a quarter ;) Oh well. The only language they chose to use was English anyway....
Went off to another hostel at CampGermans recommendation and on the way aquire Christophe, a multi lingual photographer who was a bit like Pepe Le Phew. Mid 30's, 5'4 tall and with pigeon chest sticking out, he accompanied me around the bay, exclaiming every so often 'A CANT BELIEF EEET! DER ARR NO BEAUTIFUL WOMENS IN CHILE!!!' and shaking his head. Then he'd skip onto the odd bench or wall and whip out a small digital camera and snap away. Suffice to say the pictures where all a bit crap. When some of the locals eyed me up due to the old Blue Eyes and Freckles combo that clearly marks me out to be a Gringa, he then goes 'Do you see that?! Amazing! De men look atchoo because you arr different!!' I felt like telling him it might possibly be to do with the fact that Im a 'hot ride' but i think he would have look horrified so I just smirked.
Lovely night with the European crowd but the next day a visit to Vina Del Mar proved a bit of a waste of time. So wont bore you with it (nasty, not very pretty resort).
Parted with Christophe, who was a good sort really (talked alot about good and bad 'energy' and people being beautiful on the inside) and got me on the bus to final stop - Santiago. And do you know what? It aint so bad at all. This might have something to do with the swanky pad im staying in though. Its a rooftop apartment style hostel, brand new so not many backpackers, and cheap. Modern trendy everything-and the weather is the hottest Ive had since Brazil so bliss bliss bliss.
Met some nice peeps, bit of a party in here on Friday with the owners and bit of a sore head yesterday. Went down the Bellavista area for all day beers (also nipped into one of the many musemus because there was an Andy Warhol ex on) and today, well Im attending to you aint I before I fly off to a new continent! Wooo hoooo!
So to round up South America let me try to mention a few things that have been lost on the way.
*There was the 80 year old Argentinian lady in Bariloche who heard the English accent and told myself and Phil all about how she had swam the English channel, and whipped out black & white 50's pictures to prove it.
* The Brazillian gay couple I met in Recoleta Cemetary. I asked for directions to Evitas grave, I left with email addresses, hugs and kisses and promises of places to stay in Sao Paulo or Sydney. After 10 minutes. One of them emails me.
*Nicolaus, the Brazilian from Rio who delivered me safley to Santa Theresa tram.
* The Bolivian security guard who fixed my ankle when I fell down the stairs pissed in La Paz.
* A swedish couple in Chile, Valparaiso, whom I wish I could have got to know better
* Free email when drunk is bad bad bad. (RE: B.Aires) Sorry Lisa and Jenny, didnt mean to scare you.
* The best 'I have never' answer to the drinking game in question. Drinking in the middle of the Pantanal wilderness the woman (who shall remain nameless) said 'I have never had sex with a woman, who wasnt pregnant.' I mean I dont think anyone had to drink on that round.....
So many highs, and a few lows but as it's said in Vanilla Sky 'The sweet is never as sweet, without the sour baby'.
South America I wont say Adios, but rather, Hasta la vista, as I'm sure I will see you again.....
I left Bariloche a week ago and crossed over to Chile- and though im not given over to going on about the scenery too much- i cant help but just gush abit about the mountains, lakes and pastures I past on the way to Osorno. Everything just looked vivid, as though it were touched up with computer technology to look vibrant. The snow on the mountain tops was virgin pure, the green so.. oh i cant do it justice. However when i got to Osorno it was a complete dump and booked another bus ticket to go to the next town -Valdivia. Its funny how here you dont think too much about the journey times. Travel wise this was like going 'oh I dont like Barnsley, il go to Southport.' Anyway got there very late and booked into a B&B. Bite to eat in nice cafe and thats about it. Spent the next day eating nice seafood, and reading on the river bank. It was quite pretty but thats about it. Another bus (overnight) to Valparaiso.
Valparaiso is 2 hours from Santiago. Everyone who has been to Santiago on this trip has advised me to not go there until the last minute and that I should chill in a seaside place as long as poss. So I go to Valparaiso. Anyway get there at 9.30am a bit tired and with a knackered shoulder from not great bus and go to chosen Hostel. Its full. The owner, a weirdy beardy camp German guy, took me in and let me have a free breakfast with the multi cultural gathering at the breakfast table. Spent the morning talking with Swiss, Swedish, French and Portuguese backpackers, all of which had about 5 languages each and I, the typical English person, with one and a quarter ;) Oh well. The only language they chose to use was English anyway....
Went off to another hostel at CampGermans recommendation and on the way aquire Christophe, a multi lingual photographer who was a bit like Pepe Le Phew. Mid 30's, 5'4 tall and with pigeon chest sticking out, he accompanied me around the bay, exclaiming every so often 'A CANT BELIEF EEET! DER ARR NO BEAUTIFUL WOMENS IN CHILE!!!' and shaking his head. Then he'd skip onto the odd bench or wall and whip out a small digital camera and snap away. Suffice to say the pictures where all a bit crap. When some of the locals eyed me up due to the old Blue Eyes and Freckles combo that clearly marks me out to be a Gringa, he then goes 'Do you see that?! Amazing! De men look atchoo because you arr different!!' I felt like telling him it might possibly be to do with the fact that Im a 'hot ride' but i think he would have look horrified so I just smirked.
Lovely night with the European crowd but the next day a visit to Vina Del Mar proved a bit of a waste of time. So wont bore you with it (nasty, not very pretty resort).
Parted with Christophe, who was a good sort really (talked alot about good and bad 'energy' and people being beautiful on the inside) and got me on the bus to final stop - Santiago. And do you know what? It aint so bad at all. This might have something to do with the swanky pad im staying in though. Its a rooftop apartment style hostel, brand new so not many backpackers, and cheap. Modern trendy everything-and the weather is the hottest Ive had since Brazil so bliss bliss bliss.
Met some nice peeps, bit of a party in here on Friday with the owners and bit of a sore head yesterday. Went down the Bellavista area for all day beers (also nipped into one of the many musemus because there was an Andy Warhol ex on) and today, well Im attending to you aint I before I fly off to a new continent! Wooo hoooo!
So to round up South America let me try to mention a few things that have been lost on the way.
*There was the 80 year old Argentinian lady in Bariloche who heard the English accent and told myself and Phil all about how she had swam the English channel, and whipped out black & white 50's pictures to prove it.
* The Brazillian gay couple I met in Recoleta Cemetary. I asked for directions to Evitas grave, I left with email addresses, hugs and kisses and promises of places to stay in Sao Paulo or Sydney. After 10 minutes. One of them emails me.
*Nicolaus, the Brazilian from Rio who delivered me safley to Santa Theresa tram.
* The Bolivian security guard who fixed my ankle when I fell down the stairs pissed in La Paz.
* A swedish couple in Chile, Valparaiso, whom I wish I could have got to know better
* Free email when drunk is bad bad bad. (RE: B.Aires) Sorry Lisa and Jenny, didnt mean to scare you.
* The best 'I have never' answer to the drinking game in question. Drinking in the middle of the Pantanal wilderness the woman (who shall remain nameless) said 'I have never had sex with a woman, who wasnt pregnant.' I mean I dont think anyone had to drink on that round.....
So many highs, and a few lows but as it's said in Vanilla Sky 'The sweet is never as sweet, without the sour baby'.
South America I wont say Adios, but rather, Hasta la vista, as I'm sure I will see you again.....
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