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Its like North America…but South.

Not my best video, since I didn’t really focus much on taking videos..But I definitely get some good ones in there.

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Sorry I haven’t updated. But I am in effing Rio De Janeiro. Updating the blog is the last thing on my mind and the only reason I am doing it now is because I am so incredibly hungover and tired that the only thing I can move is my fingers across my keyboard.

And I have to change hostels in a couple of minutes.
UGH.

Last night we were in Lapa, where a huge street party is held. Im serious, one that can rival any big night in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. It happens here every Friday just for funsies.

Samba in the clubs. Capoeira in the streets. Extreme alcoholic drinks that cost 2 dollars. = Insanely good fun.

Me: So where did you go to school?
Her: Oh, University of Washington.
Me: ME TOO!!!
Her: FELLOW HUSKY! What year you graduate?
Me: 2006
Her: ME TOO!!!!!!
Me: Did you live in the dorms?
Her: Yeah, Lander and McCarty.
Me: ME TOO!!!!!!!
Her: AHHHHH!!!!!!
Me: AAHHHHH!!!!!!!

Back home soon. Crazy. Almost as crazy as the 40+ hour commute to get there.


Thank you Uruguay. It was like a food Angel coming down from the heavens and licked the inside of my mouth.

It was also a huge piece of steak. I couldn’t even finish half of it.

Speaking of food, Dalina told me right at the start of our two week adventure in Argentina that Buenos Aires has a high percentage of people with Anorexic and Bullemic  problems. I believe it completely. They are so skinny yet all there is to eat here is carbs galore. Bread, Pizza, Empanadas and Pastas; food with such high calories that no wonder they smoke and throw up all the time.

This also tells you that on this trip. I have NOT lost any weight.

Mucho cardio when I get back home for sure.

Writing about or posting pictures of Iguazu Falls seems silly to me. There is nothing in the world that could possibly explain the wonder of the falls than actually being there yourself. Nothing. Not even the best photographer or videographer in the world could capture the image (and noise) of that cascading water coming from a river that is split between Argentina and Brazil.

I will steal an excerpt from my friend Laura:

“I will happily shell out fistfuls of pesos, trek obediently along well-worn trails with other travelers, stand and wait for trains and busses and shuttles and my turn to come, if the end result is having the massive good fortune to be able to see a wonder of the world like this.”

Every since I saw The Mission in class on day, with the Christ like figure going over the falls, I knew that one day I wanted to see them myself. The 40 hours total we spent on a bus, the frigid temperatures, the massive amount of rain and the outrageous prices did not in any way lesson the experience for me. I felt so lucky, and it was one of those feelings when you should give yourself, completely, to the golden, fate-filled moment.

Then, I bought a blow dart from a Guaraní warrior.

This song should be required to be played at all times at the “Garganta Del Diablo”.

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: HOLY SHIT CYNTHIA LOOK UP AT THE FALLS!!!
Cynthia: I CAN’T EVEN OPEN MY EYES RIGHT NOW! AM I DROWNING?!

(later)

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

Being a monkey in the largest street in the world (apparently). It takes approximately 3 million minutes to cross from one side to the other. That is, if cars don’t hit you on the way across of course. Cynthia has become an expert at crossing the street. Meanwhile, you would think that after surviving crossing the streets in China and Southeast Asia, this would be a cakewalk. Yeah, not so much.

At least there are spots where you can cartwheel.

I know I know that I haven’t updated in a long time, but it is really hard when you are in the middle of a trip such as this one. I am super behind, I know, yet it is really hard to care.

Cynthia and I made it to Buenos Aires, but at a price. Cynthia got extremely ill the first two days. We actually blame it on the airplane food. So just a little FYI, if on a pane trip within South America its probably best to not eat the food. We didn’t do much the first two days in BA since Cynthia was in bed trying to recover.

After a couple of days there though I have made some observations that include the following:

– People from Buenos Aires walk around everyday like they are part of a fashion show in Milan, making most backpackers look like ugly versions of trolls that live under bridges.

– They are very passionate people. They try to argue that everything in Buenos Aires is the best and I enjoy arguing that it is not. They think their pizza is the best in the world and I think its probably the worst I have ever tasten. They also think their pasta is better than Italy, so obviously they have never been to Italy because it is definitely not true. Although, they also argue that their gelato is the best in the world, and this I might have to agree with.

– Watching Las Madres De Plaza De Mayo was extremely emotional, reducing Cynthia to tears. Which is what is great about this trip. Without visiting Argentina or Buenos Aires, she probably would have never even known about the country’s “dirty war” and the thousands that had their human rights violated by the government.

– Zero personal space. I have never sat closer to people than I have in Buenos Aires.

– Lots of wine. Me Likey.

– Walking up and down the widest street in the world (Avenida 9 de Julio) is a lesson in pedestrian safety.

– I have no Idea why it is called Buenos Aires, since there is no clean air anywhere in the city.

– I think 80 percent of the worlds cigaretts are consumed in the city alone. They scoff at the idea of having public places ban smoking, but it is definitely one thing I miss in the United States. I don’t smell like a chimney when I leave a restaurant.

– The guys here have the worst haircuts in the history of the world.

– Its amazing.

More posts and pictures to come. We just arrived to Iguazu after an 18 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires. No worries, the busses here are beyond amazing as I will point out later. It is also currently raining more than I have ever seen in my entire life. Its hard to forget you are in a rainforest here.

Oh, and here is a picture of my sisters super black hair (she dyed it in Palermo) that my parents wanted to see.

CIAO!