• When we are in a cab and they hear us speak English, they automatically think they can screw us. I can’t tell you how many times we have gone to one place only to find out that when we come back its 10 pesos cheaper. This lets us know that the cab driver who drove us there earlier took the nice LONG way there. Wretched.
  • Although I love it when I catch them. They start to go one way and I ask “Where are you going? Shouldn’t you just take Avenida De Mayo?” Then the cab driver finds out we fully understand Spanish and now he knows that I know he was trying to screw us. Its extremely uncomfortable for him and its a moment I treasure. (This never happened in a cab in Peru since I would just close my eyes and hope that I would survive).
  • Music in cabs is always an adventure. When I am in a new city or town, and riding in a cab, they usually have some local music on. It’s awesome driving around in a new country listening to something that the locals themselves enjoy. What’s not awesome is when they find out you are a foreigner and completely change the music thinking you want to hear it. We spent an good two hours one day in Peru listening to Bob Marley. I never want to hear No Woman No Cry ever again.
  • We rode in a hired cab one day. The car was full and after about three hours we found out there was a teenage girl in the back of the car sitting in a tiny corner next to the luggage. We found out she was the cab drivers daughter and she was forced to sit back there for that long since he wanted his “shuttle” to get full with as many fares as he could get.
  • I think ever cab driver in South America has tried to kill us (or scare us to death) for funsies.
  • In a shuttle to Manuel Antonio in Costa Rica, our new friend Beth (a future medical student at Columbia) was so hungover and car sick from the death defying hairpin cliff turns in Costa Rica that she began to vomit in the shuttle into a trash can. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I hear and see someone vomiting, that also elicits a bad response from me. I was not the only one. When we pulled over almost everyone in the shuttle said that they couldn’t see her vomit or they themselves would vomit. She was forced to sit up front after that. Bad times.
  • Getting in a cab in Lima, Peru is SERIOUSLY a bad decision on your personal safety. I can’t stress this enough. I would gladly go into a Tuk Tuk with a drunk driver in Bangkok then ever take a cab in Lima again.
  • I love that Argentina has metered taxis, which doesn’t require 3 hours of me trying to haggle a fair price to go anywhere.

Anywho, I know this is random post, but It is our last day in Argentina and it is raining and freezing outside so I am bored to death. Cynthia is underneath the blankets in our room refusing to move.

Even if it does rain, I hope Rio is warmer.

See that little boat? Cynthia and I were on it today.

Looking up at the falls while you are directly underneath them has to be one of the most amazing things I have done in a while. I would look up and my breath would literally be taken away. It could have been because it was BALLS COLD. I mean literally, freezing. Cynthia turned blue and 8 hours later has not stopped shivering. That little boat fights the current like crazy, but it definitely gets you right underneath there a good three times. Not only that, the rapids and waves would go OVER the boat and completely soak us.

Not going to lie…I was SO cold as well. So cold in fact that I couldn’t move my hands to bring out my camera….or even take a cartwheel pic at Iguazu.

I don’t really mind though…It was completely worth it for those 15 minutes in the water. I think I laughed at Cynthia’s reactions more than I have ever laughed at anything in my life.

Niagra (which I have been to) has nothing on this beast.



Me: I think we are going underneath that big one
Cynthia: WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!

I’m going to stop wondering if the whole hostel heard me laugh till I cried and just post this for you guys.

“Hey honey! How’s it going? What are you doing? Who are you with? Where are you? Are you doing something cool? I wanna know what your doing and who you’re talking to and I wanna know everything that you’re doing and I don’t want you to act like I’m being annoying, I just´╗┐ want you to answer all of my questions.”

So. True. Also, I will be using “Besties with Testies” from now on until I die.

You should also watch the Girls Will Be Boys after you are done with this one.

Lima, Peru. What can I say about this city? Well, first of all, spend as little time here as you possibly can. After our long flight from Costa Rica, we landed in Lima and had our personal driver hold a sign with our names on them to take us to our hostel. We felt like celebrities, even though countless of other people had similar signs. Its the small things.

Our celebrity like status shortly disappeared though as soon as we arrived at our Hostel. It seemed OK at first, but we were Oh So Wrong.

After checking in, Cynthia and I decided to get some of our food on. Now, the city of Lima is like a punch to the face. It is loud, dirty and has the most horrible rush hour traffic I have seen outside of LA. Actually I would rather be stuck in LA rush hour 100 fold than ever be driving in Lima. Even crossing the streets here instilled fear a fear in me that I hadn’t felt since dangerous intersections in China or attempting to cross the streets in Phnom Penh or Ho Chi Minh City in Southeast Asia.

Cynthia refused to speak English, thinking that we would stand out too much and someone would kidnap her. They weren’t really staring at her though, they were staring at me, since I was the one that stood out. It could be the five o-clock shadow and lighter skin, or the fact that I am one foot taller than most males here.

We found a mall a couple of blocks down that was really nice actually. Cynthia insisted we stay there since it was where she felt the “safest”. I agreed to stay only because she is a 17 year old poor traveling newbie. We had a wonderful meal there though. Chicken and fries, which I feel will be a staple food here in Peru.

Now, the hostel. When we got back we realized that the beds were harder than rocks. Seriously, I think we could have slept on the floor and been more comfortable. The only reason we didn’t is because the pillows they gave us could be used as weapons during war. Cynthia and I also took the coldest showers in our life. I have heard that cold showers in Peru is very normal, but it seems like the hostal owners put an extra set of ice in the water before we showered.

Cynthia and I stayed up watching Cold Case and The Mentalist (which she now considers the greatest show ever) to soothe our pain. Also, the hostel was loud, in an unsafe part of town, and we also had to wake up at 3 in the morning to catch or flight to Cusco.

Needless to say, when we arrived to the gateway of the Sacred Valley, we collapsed almost the whole day.

Next up, our two day trek to Macchu Picchu.

Oh god, so excited.

First Pisco Sour (well, in Peru). Its like a more refreshing Margarita. Like times 100.

Getting my buzz on.