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  • Day299

    Buenos Aires

    March 1 in Argentina

    300 days of vacation-we need a break😋. We’ll be taking a pause from our travels for the month of March, staying in a few Airbnb’s here in the city. We’re excited to study some Spanish, get on a healthier eating and exercise routine, and enjoy exploring this very beautiful city.
    While our first night was rough with the power going out ~6pm and not returning until ~3pm the next day, we’re hopeful that was a fluke (though when you google power outages it seems corruption and poor management mean this isn’t all that uncommon).
    On our second full day we went to a rugby game. We felt like we had to go since the BA team were playing the Wellington team (John’s hometown). It was a fun experience (the NZ team, the Hurricanes, won!) and finding the tickets and the stadium was like a mini treasure hunt.
    Oh...and a funny thing happened on the way to the game...As we exited our Uber at the stadium, we heard someone asking in clumsy Spanish, with a Kiwi accent, 'excuse me, where is gate 2'. They were dressed in Hurricanes gear and lost, like us. We were eating some very delicious empanadas so obviously looked like locals. John cheekily waited a few seconds, took another bite of his empanada, turned around and said "don't worry about it, I don't speak much Spanish either - I'm from Wellington..." Turns out the folks were also Kiwis arrived from Auckland and Peru just for the game!
    Note that it’s unlikely we’ll do any updates until April, so don’t worry about us if you don’t see any activity (we’re talking to you, Danella 😀).
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  • Day325

    Buenos Aires

    March 27 in Argentina

    Our four weeks in Buenos Aires flew by incredibly fast, but we were grateful for the chance to stay in one place for more than a few days, exercise more regularly and enjoy better food (Argentinean food is definitely not our favorite so we cooked-in >90% of the time after finding some decent vegetable and fish markets).
    We spent a lot of time planning the rest of our travels, getting our US taxes ready, and Christy finished her New Zealand residency application.
    John began refreshing his Japanese for our planned visit to Japan in the fall and Christy spent a few hours every day studying Spanish.
    After the weather finally cooled down in mid-March, we visited museums, churches and explored more of the city’s interesting neighborhoods. The architecture and old buildings here continued to wow us – definitely a world-class city. Sorry to disappoint, but no tango lessons.
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  • Day141

    Buenos Aires

    March 12 in Argentina

    Aus dem Flugzeug raus und 30 Grad und Sonne begrüßten uns. Genau so haben wir uns das vorgestellt und es war einfach klasse!☀️
    Buenos Aires ist super. Überall ist was los (außer während der ausgedehnten Mittagspause) und die Stadt hat sehr viel zu bieten.

    In der vergangenen Woche waren wir mal hier, mal dort. Natürlich standen die Stadtteile San Telmo, La Boca, Recoleta und Palermo auf dem Programm. Dazu ein bisschen Tango (aber nur zum Zuschauen 😉), Cocktails/ Bier und fantastisches Rindfleisch! Unser Highlight war ein 87 jähriger Mann, der auf dem Marktplatz mit einer unglaublichen Lebensfreude Tango getanzt hat.

    Wir haben das sonnige Buenos Aires in vollen Zügen genossen und reisen jetzt voller schöner Erinnerungen an die Iguazu Wasserfälle!😍
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  • Day18

    Buenos Aires - Vista Sol

    January 18, 2017 in Argentina

    Nach entspannten 19 Stunden im Bus mit Suits Staffel 5 und einem Mitternachtsreisgericht (da machen die nachts um 1 das Licht an und geben dir Reis mit Huhn, was ist das für 1 life?) sind wir hungrig und durstig gegen 13:30 in BA angekommen und zu Fuß zum Hotel - man lese richtig: Hotel, nicht Hostel. Kosten sogar etwas weniger, dafür Zimmer aber um so schöner.

    19.01.17
    Frühstück/Mittag im Santos Manjares, siehe anderer Footprint.
    Dann mit der Bahn zum ESMA und Museum der Malvinas Inseln (Falkland).
    Absoluter Tipp!
    Die Argentinier haben beim Thema Menschenrechtsverletzung einigen Dreck am Stecken und zeigen hier offen und ehrlich was der vom Staat gemachte Terror für Folgen hatte und was hier passiert ist. Mitten in der Hauptstadt, neben dem Airport, vollkommen unfassbar. Reiseführer empfehlen das Museum nicht. Ist auch grad mal 2 Jahre offen und harter Tobak. Danke Thomas für den Tipp!

    20.01.17
    Ausflug nach San Telmo zum Antikmarkt, Essen, Trinken und Tangoshow. Vorbei am Plaza de Mayo. Volles Kulturprogramm!

    Abends dann nach Palermo, Bürger, Bier und jede Menge Leute. Lecker wars und ein wirklich schönes Viertel. Bahn funktioniert hier in BA auch hervorragend.

    Schade ist nur, dass so viele Erwachsene und Kinder ständig um Geld betteln. Da gibt es verschiedene Taktiken, die wir leider täglich gesehen haben. Selbst unser Hotel möchte nun mehr Geld für den Aufenthalt als gebucht... Aber wir sind ja harte Hunde.
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  • Day19

    Santos Manjares

    January 19, 2017 in Argentina

    Bestes argentinisches Bife Chorizo (Rumpsteak) zum Frühstück/Mittag gehabt. Wir schwärmen immer noch. Besser gehts nicht! Jann, du solltest hier mal vorbeifahren.

    Davids Beilage: Kürbisstampf (Hammer!)
    Julias Beilage: Rucola mit geriebenem Parmesan (auch geil)

    Währenddessen und danach waren wir glücklich wie zwei Kiddies unterm Weihnachtsbaum.

  • Day2

    Ankunft Buenos Aires

    December 1, 2017 in Argentina

    Gelandet um 8:43 a.m. in Argentinien , das entspricht in Deutschland 12:43 Uhr ..
    nach ~ 17 Studenten Flug, wenig Schlaf und immer wieder kleinen Flugturbulenzen haben wir es geschafft und landeten heute pünktlichst in Buenos Aires.
    Erster Eindruck o.O es gibt schönere Orte und freundlichere Menschen , aber wenigstens ist es warm :D. > 25 Grad.
    Der erster Tag, ich bin müde, Luca auch also einfach nur ab zur Unterkunft und etwas ausruhen..
    Mit dem Taxi dort angekommen wurden wir sofort eingecheckt, naja was heißt sofort, da mein Englisch leider noch nicht das Beste ist, wurde Luca erst noch mit sämtlichen Informationen zu geballert, was ihn nicht so begeisterte, denn die Müdigkeit war ihm in Gesicht geschrieben.
    Gefühlt eine Stunde später konnten wir uns auf den Weg zu unserer Unterkunft machen.
    Es war etwas weiter weg. Wir habe uns für diese unterkunft im Hostel mit privaten zimmer und eigenen Bad entschieden. Nach der anstrengnden Reise brauchen wir unsere Ruhe.
    Wie gesagt die Wohnung sei auch nur 5 Blocks weit weg, okay kein Problem und alos gings ... doch 5 oder 6 Blocks ? und dann rechts oder wie o.O nein an der ersten Türe mit unserer eigentlichen Hausnummer 1551 passte unserer Schlüssel nicht. Also wieder zurück :/ vill. Doch eine früher ?? So was wie Straßenschilder kennen die hier auch nicht wirklich :D egal wir schaffen das schon dachte ich mir nur, nicht stressen.. Die Straßen sind mit Hundekot dekoriert und viel Schatten gibt es auch nicht. Riecht also auch etwas...

    Übrigens ziemlich seltsames Gefühl hier anzukommen und kein Rückflugticket zu haben. Daran müssen wir uns erst gewöhnen, das Leben läuft jetzt anders.

    Nach einer kleinen Pause holte mich der Hunger ein. Meine letzte Mahlzeit war am Vorabend im Flieger, da es zum Frühstück nix für Vegetarier gab, fiel das bei mir aus .. also ab zum Supermarkt.. aber erst noch zur Bank Geld wechseln :D leichter gesagt als getan. Hier ist angeblich der Schwarzmarkt für Dollar grad erst geschlossen worden. Aber auf der Straßen finden dennoch dubiose Tauschgeschäfte statt. Jedoch viel Falschgeld im Umlauf wie uns mitgeteilt wurde.
    Auf unserer tollen Tourikarte wurde uns gezeigt wo wir mehrere Banken finden zum Geld zu wechseln finden können.
    Bei der ersten angekommen kommt Verwirrung auf, die Leute haben Nummern in der Hand und sitzen alle rum, kein Mensch am Schalter und passieren tut auch nichts..alle starren auf einen Bildschirm, das kannst doch nicht sein, kein Mensch wird hier bedient. Hmm okay bei der Seurity nachgefragt - da hier kein Menschen englisch kann, halt auf unseren gebrochenen Spanischkenntnissen. Die Security verwies uns auf eine Wechselstube auf der gegenüberliegende Seite. Doch dort angekommen wirkte das für mich nach dem selben Spiel i grün. Ein Raum 4 Schreibtische und Stuhlreihen die voll waren und schon wieder alle eine Nummer ziehen, nur diesmal gabs auch Angestellte. Also Nummer gezogen, kurz gewartet und bei der Security vergewissert, ob wir hier auch richtig sind. Er erklärte uns dann, dass wir hier doch kein Euro in Pesos wechseln können o.O
    Als er uns zeigte wo wir hin sollen fielen mir die Augen aus dem Kopf. 18 Blocks geradeaus und dann 5 nach rechts ... Nein soweit heute nicht mehr :D .
    Auch wenn der Kurs an unserer Rezeption etwas schlechter ist, war uns das jetzt egal. Ich hab Hunger und bin müde. Also wieder zurück zur Rezeption und Geld wechseln, danach verlief alles ruhig. Einkauf war recht günstig und gekocht wurde dann auch schnell..
    Haben eine Küche die wir uns ab morgen mit zwei Weiteren teilen.
    Jetzt nur noch entspannen Zuhause, sich an den Jet lag gewöhnen. Es ist ja schon 22:15 Uhr  nach deutscher Zeit.
    Und hier geht der Tag erst los. 6:15 P.m. langsam wird es auf den Straßen lauter, doch das wird uns heute nicht stören.
    Jetzt lernen wir noch etwas, Luca Spanisch / Ich Englisch .. und noch ein wenig besprechen wann es wo hin weiter geht
    Die Aussichten sind gut. Meine Freundin Sassi hat uns viele Tipps gegeben und auch einige Angebote gemacht. Ich denke da kommt was in Frage. ;)
    Jetzt aber bald werden wir schlafen gehen...
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  • Day47

    The Final Day in The Big Apple

    June 13 in Argentina

    They say that all good things must eventually come to an end. This trip was most certainly a "good thing", but now the time has come for it to draw to a close. The weather in Buenos Aires is now cold and grey - a far cry from the hot and sunny days we experienced in Peru at the start of the adventure. We do not need any reminder that winter is now truly with us and that those sunny days are just a memory.

    This morning we took a final walk around this city, passing by the famous Casa Rosada on our way to the docklands region. The last time I walked this route the sun was shining brightly and the streets were thronged with people. This time the winter chill has kept the crowds out of sight. Those few that have braved the elements are bundled into winter gear and thick coats. The docklands which were previously alive with so many people were almost deserted. Maybe this is another message that the time is right for us to return home.

    Tomorrow we leave the hotel in the wee small hours of the morning to begin the long journey back home to Melbourne. Paul and I have been going over some of the highlights of the past 5 weeks. It truly has been full of so many sights and experiences that I think it has exceeded all of our expectations. It is probably unlikely that I will ever return to South America, but I am so glad that I had this opportunity to share this trip with so many wonderful companions.

    Now I am ready to go home and take a well earned break before the next adventure on the Compostela de Santiago.
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  • Day100

    Day 100: Yes really 100,in Buenos Aires

    October 28, 2016 in Argentina

    Woohoo 100 days from home it was already a record for me from around the 25th day... but it sure is something you should have done once in your life. I really miss my home and I mean my friends and family mainly. They make where you feel yourself comfortable and safe. So since we are at a 100 days it's time for statistics 😉:
    15 Country's visited. On 4 different continents 😃.
    19 Flights done. 28 different ways of transport used: Cars, Escalators😆, Planes, Subways, Metro's, Trains, Buses, City Bikes, Mountainbikes, Taxi's, Tuc tuc's, Scooter's, Motorbike's, Hiking shoes 😉, Speed boats, 4 Wheel drives, Ferry's, Kayak's, Zodiac's, Fins for diving😇, Lifts from nice people😊, Coaches, Hop on Hop off's, Party buses, Campervan 😍, Cesna, Crossbikes and a Helicopter😆. The amount of km traveled is something I have to do when I am back that is way to complicated.
    I climbed 13 hills and mountains with my own strength (1 Almaty, 2 China, 1 Japan, 1 Darwin, 1 Magnetic, 1 Fraser, 1 Blue mountains, 1 Doom, 1 Cook, 1 Lares, 1 Machu, 1 Puno) from witch 4 I did climb more than 1 km upwards.
    Let's keep it with that for the statistics 😉.
    This morning I woke up in Sao Paulo, a place I actually only have used to sleep in order to avoid spending to much time on airports. So again to Guarulhos airport not that early 😉 hurray. Took the flight from 1200 and arrived in Buenos Aires 2,5 hours later. There I heard someone talking about the transport options to downtown and I decided to follow the best option. Together with quite a lot backpackers I took this Leon city transportation which was very good organised. Within an hour I was at my hotel checking in and again on the streets to shop for the trip to Antartica yeah. 3 hours walking I found a Salomon store, North face, Patagonia, Scandinavian outdoor (that sells mainly Columbia) and some more all round sport shops. It was not enough to get my gear together, I needed good stuff and if I have to spend so much money I rather have something I really like. So I headed back, ate some fast food socialised a bit now I still can and went for a good shower and a good nights sleep. Buenas (Aires) noches amigo's 😆.
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  • Day46

    A Visit to Evita Duarte

    June 12 in Argentina

    I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Ever since we had arrived in Lima about 5 weeks ago, we had not experienced a single wet day. Not a single one. Not on any day of cycling. Not on any day of trekking to Machu Picchu. Not ever. In fact, on most days, we did not even see a cloud. It was uncanny.

    It was only a matter of time before that incredible run of good fortune had to come to a close. That day was today. Paul and I had previously decided to revisit the Recoleta Cemetery and the famous La Boca region of the city, however when I looked out of my window early in the morning I was not rewarded with the normal view of cloudless blue skies. In fact the sky had clouded over and I could even see that the streets six floors below me were a little shiny with recent rain.

    In some respects I was not disappointed. Rain is a normal part of life (especially for a cyclist) and it really would have been almost paranormal to complete the entire trip without so much as a drop from the heavens. I looked for my winter clothes and prepared to leave the hotel, but heard a noise from the streets near the Obelisk. It was a demonstration about to begin. Since I had a grandstand view of the proceedings, I decided to watch.

    In a few minutes a convoy of police vehicles had arrived and disgorged a line of riot police. Soon the police greatly outnumbered the small band of protesters. The protesters did their best to maintain the rage, but it soon ran out of steam and the small band dispersed quietly. The traffic in the streets quickly returned to normal.

    Since the Recoleta district was not too far from our hotel, Paul and I decided to walk. At that time the rain was not much more than a fine drizzle, although it was sufficient to dampen our trousers and shoes. Soon we were wandering the famous cemetery, which is the final resting place of hundreds of Buenos Aires richest and most powerful citizens. The most famous occupant is Evita Peron (Duarte) whose dark mausoleum is still visited by hundreds of people every day. Although she died way back in 1952, aged only 33, her legend has not diminished with the passage of time.

    Paul and I spent some time wandering the macabre streets of the dead, however the rain started falling more heavily and it was beginning to creep into my clothing. It was time to find our way back to our hotel to warm up and dry out.

    In the early afternoon the skies had lightened a little, the rain had stopped and the sun even peeped out a couple of times. We decided to visit La Boca district. This district is one of the more seedy parts of Buenos Aires, but is popular among tourists for its brightly coloured buildings, mostly constructed out of corrugated iron sheeting. Apparently these were originally constructed by the fishermen of the city out of cast off materials.

    The hotel concierge had warned us about walking to La Boca, as the surrounding streets are deemed to be unsafe for tourists. We decided to take a taxi instead. After a few minutes of erratic driving by the taxi man, we began to think that it would have been safer to take our chances with the local muggers. After whizzing through numerous red lights and narrowly missing a group of pedestrians on a pedestrian crossing, we somehow survived to reach La Boca.

    We found that the morning rain had somehow dampened down the spirits of the famous Caminita St. Most of the stalls were closed, the cafes were empty and the place looked even more down at heel than usual. Nevertheless we sat down to a lunch of empanadas and then spent an hour or so wandering the alleyways. Another hair raising taxi ride took us back to the centre of town.

    By that time the temperature had dropped and the wind chill made the place absolutely freezing. It really felt like a bleak winter's day in Melbourne. At least it would help prepare us for the weather we were likely to expect when we step out of the plane at Tullamarine in three day's time.
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  • Day37

    A Day of Leisure in BA

    June 3 in Argentina

    Anyone who knows me would appreciate that I am usually an early riser, in fact for most of the past four weeks I have getting up between 4.30 and 5.00 am. I think I lost the ability to sleep in once I passed the age of 21. You can therefore imagine my great surprise when I was disturbed from a complicated dream by a large bang outside my hotel room door. It took my eyes some time for my eyes to focus, and my brain a lot longer to emerge from its nocturnal confusion. I struggled to check my watch. Surely it cannot really be 9.10 am ??? Actually it was. Apparently all the excitement of those long legged tango dancers the previous evening had left me so exhausted that I had slept for over 9 hours. Absolutely unprecedented.

    I quickly showered, got dressed and went to the breakfast room. Only three of my fellow travellers were still there. Apparently the rest had already breakfasted and disappeared out int the city. A look out the front door showed that it was to be yet another perfect day. If this weather could hold for just one more day we would be able to take enormous pride in the fact that the entire trip had been spent without a drop of rain during the day time.

    I decided that I would spend the day doing what I often do in cities that I do not know well. I would just walk the streets and see where my feet took me. I was also hoping to get another memory card for my camera since my previous one had failed the day before.

    When I asked the concierge where I might be able to buy such a card, he rolled his eyes. "But today is Sunday", he said, as if that explained everything. I looked at him. "Everything is closed today", he added, in case I was a bit slow.

    When I left the hotel I soon saw what he meant. The streets were deserted. Almost no walkers and even fewer cars. It was quite eerie. All the shops were closed and covered by grates or shutters. At least it was easy to cross the road. I could have just walked down the centre of the road.

    I set off looking for any sign of life. My circuitous route took me finally back to the main avenue of the city, the mighty Avenida 9 de Julio. This enormous avenue is over 140 m across and was named after the date that Argentina obtained its independence. I had to admit that, in the brilliant late autumn sunshine, it really did look superb.

    Without having any other real aim in mind I gradually worked my way towards the waterside. The old harbour area has now been converted into a trendy waterfront entertainment precinct, filled with cafes and outdoor eateries. As the day wore on, gradually more people started to emerge and wander the waterfront paths. I found a nice place to have lunch while where I could watch the world pass me by just outside.

    This also gave me a great chance to think back over the past few weeks and evaluate how the trip had gone. At the end of every trip it is easy to reassess and think where things could have been improved. In this case I came to the decision that there was virtually nothing that I would wish to do differently. We had all shared an incredible experience together and everyone had cooperated brilliantly to make sure that it was a fantastic success. In a couple of days the group will all go their separate ways but I know that the time we spent together in this incredible continent will remain with us for ever.

    I decided to cross over the far side of the waterfront to take advantage of the warm sunshine on that side. I had not walked far before I stumbled upon a large concrete area which had been taken over by a large crowd of testosterone charged teenage boys on special trials bikes. Each lad took the centre stage for a few seconds to demonstrate his latest tricks. One by one they performed impressive jumps, mono wheeled riding and all sorts of quite clever tricks. A few teenage girls looked on, waiting to be impressed by the next performance. I had to admit that it really was interesting.

    As I made my way back towards the hotel I could not help but notice how much Buenos Aires really does remind me of Paris. Not only are many of the public buildings and apartment buildings built in the classic French style, but even the gardens and street lights look like they could have come straight out of a French planning guide.

    I detoured back around the Casa Rosada (the official office of the Argentine President) and more famously known as being the place where Evita addressed her adoring masses in the plaza. Soon I found myself in the middle of a huge street celebration. To my surprise it was celebration of all things Russian. Russian dancing, clothing, food, travel and music. The streets were full of Russians. I wasn't expecting that, but that is sort of what South America is all about. It is certainly never boring.

    I have a simple way of numerically classifying how much I like any particular city. I simply ask myself how long I would be prepared to live there if I had to. While some cities, like Juliaca in Peru would get a 1 day rating, I think I could give Lima and Cusco a one month score. On the other hand I really think that Buenos Aires would rightly earn a 1 year score. It is a lovely city with a lot going for it. The streets are generally clean, the parks are amazing, the shops modern and even the traffic flows freely. Because the city plan is largely based on a square grid , it is very easy to find your way around. As well as all that - you can even flush your toilet paper down the toilet. What else could you ask for ?

    Tomorrow we rise early for the final leg of our adventure - the journey across the Rio de La Plata to nearby Uruguay.
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