Remember the time I hiked a glacier?

Here I am, crampons and all.

PATAGONIA

Ok. You ask for an update. Here it is.

I am in Patagonia. Did some glacier trekking, strapped on some crampons, ate some glacier, saw some beautiful lakes, drank some beautiful lakes, went on some beautiful hikes, saw some beautiful mountains, and took pictures of it all.

Just got off a 35 hour bus ride, which involved switching buses 4 times, twice due to the bus breaking down. During this time, I was fed exactly one time, got my camera, with ALL of my pictures, stolen exactly one time, had my favorite earrings lost one time, and had my shoe break in half one time.

I am now in a bus station in a city where there is literally nowhere to sleep and thus we shall spend the night in the bus station.

BLECH

The Disaster AKA Uruguay

So things started out wonderful, as I said earlier. We met a nice guy from eastchester who we spent the day with seeing the sights and just hanging around. We stayed out pretty late and set an alarm for 6am so that we would make our bus to our dream destination PUNTA DEL DIABLO! At 4 in the morning I awoke, positive our cabaña was about to explode, to the sounds of a major major storm. Though our bus was set to leave at 830, and the ride from our cabaña to the bus was a good half hour, we could not get ourselves to step into the rainy mess until 5 minutes to 8. We nearly missed our bus but alas made it with 2 minutes to spare. The ride to Diablo was fine. Unfortunately we got off one stop to early, in the middle of a field, and had to walk a good 3 miles into town. After visiting a handful or booked hostels we eventually found one about a mile off the beach. The rooms were pretty basic. Mattresses without sheets, towels, or pillows. There were about 20 beds per room, and it was hot as hell, but let it roll off the old shoulders, positive that this was Uruguay, it had to be good. By this time it was starting to get late so we walked the mile to the beach. The vibe was awesome, artisanos lined the dirt streets, we could see surfers on the giant waves...all in all it was beautiful. We sat down to eat, drank too much beer, and chatted for a few hours. By the time we were done it was too late to go to the beach so we just watched the water from the hill and looked forward to the next day. We went back to hostel, went to sleep, hoping to get up early and enjoy life at the beach.

To be continued....

On the Road Again

So back my popular demand here I am....

I arrived in Buenos Aires on the 31st. Had a very nice New Years with some friends I traveled with in Peru as well as a bunch of other girls. Nili has her own apartment with 3 other girls, so we watched fireworks from her roof at midnight. Apparently in Argentina everyone spends New Years moment with their family and the parties start later. At around 2 or 3 we headed to a club where we danced up a storm to lots of cool music, including a group of African drummers (which of course I loved). Then at around 6 am we ate some beef and then went to sleep for the rest of the day.

The rest of my days in B.A. were nice, saw some museums, saw Evitá's grave, ate some more beef and just walked around.

Now I am in Uruguay, my dream destination, and its as amazing as I expected. The town i´m in reminds me a little of Split, Croatia, in that its alot of very old buildings being occupied by newer businesses and such. The beach is amazing. Nili and I are staying at a cabaña right on the beach. Aside from the bugs, which have killed me as they always do, its really an awesome location. Tomorrow we head north east to Punta del diablo where we will meet our friend Hadar, a girl from Israel. Punta del diablo is supposed to be ''off the beaten track'' and a haven for surfers and artists. Should be lotsa fun.