Sunday 18 November 2018

Buenos Aires

Hola!
The last post I wrote finished in Buenos Aires, a city which I knew literally nothing about but had booked to stay in for 7 nights. 
My first day there was pretty much taken up by sleeping off the exhaustion of the 22 hour (possibly longer) bus journey it had taken to get there. That evening I met ANOTHER Dutch girl called Dilan and we went for dinner and decided to join the party at the hostel which ended in a huge open air night club. Unfortunately I couldn’t muster the energy to stay for sunrise but was pretty impressed by my effort nonetheless. The next day Dilan and I went to the weekend market in the San Telmo district. I ate an absolutely delicious pizza in the indoor area of the market, which reminded me a lot of markets in London. 



The street market stretched for what seemed like miles and sold everything from shoes to antiques to musical instruments so we spent a couple of hour browsing and enjoying the atmosphere.


That evening I had a bottle of delicious Argentinian Malbec on the roof of the hostel with two English boys who were in my dorm room. We ended up going to the classy Palermo district for drinks and some food, and after accepting that no clubs were open on a Sunday night, decided to come back to the hostel. The next day I spent relaxing and joined others from the hostel that night to watch the famous La Bomba De Tiempo which is another huge open air venue with a 15 person drum band who improvise amazing music to a very lively crowd. The description of this doesn’t do the actual event justice, I had such a brilliant time there and recommend it to anyone going to Buenos Aires! 


One of the best things about it was that it finishes at 10pm, so I got my first decent bedtime since arriving in the city! This early(ish) night meant that I could make the most of the following day and that morning I set off to the Recoleta Cemetery, famous for being very decedent and the final resting place of Eva PerĂ³n (more famously known as Evita). I loved peacefully strolling through the lavish vaults but at times there would be something that would send a shiver up your spine, such as a open vault door or an old coffin on show. 


I walked back through the city, through some of the many parks and past gorgeous buildings which reminded me a lot of Paris or London. The city itself has a very European feel to it as many of the inhabitants descend from European immigrants who arrived in the city when the economy was particularly strong, mainly from Italy, France and Spain. That evening the hostel had organised a free Tango class, which I took part in and managed not to step on any toes! 


The next day I went on a walking tour of the Boca area of the city, a completely different side of Buenos Aires. Boca is famous for a few things, being the birthplace of Tango, the many colourful houses and a world famous football team, which counts Tevez and Maradona as some of its past players. We walked around with our guide who told us that the houses may have originally been painted with paint stolen from the boats which came into port here to protect the wood from the elements.


The area itself feels very safe during the day but has a reputation for being dangerous at night and in the less popular streets. We had an incredible sandwich for lunch and then got to go inside the Boca stadium before heading back to the hostel. 


I met my new roommates that evening, two Spanish girls, Carla and Sara, who were living in London and got on with them instantly. The night we all decided to go out on a pub crawl that night with the hostel, which was great to get to know some of the other backpackers.
The next day I took the girls to San Telmo again for round two of that awesome pizza and we stopped off at Cafe Tortoni on the way back, a glamorous high-ceiling-ed coffee house which is famous for being the meeting place for many politicians, writers and artists in the past. 


On my penultimate day in the city I had grown to love I went to the bus terminal to book my bus to Brazil and then walked back to the hostel through more beautiful parks and streets. I met up with the Spanish girls and some others from the hostel in an area that reminded me a lot of London’s Southbank and we had a few beers, some heated but interesting debates and some delicious food. That night we went to Palermo again and found a really cool quirky bar which we stayed in and danced for a while. 
So there we have it, my time in Buenos Aires was full of meeting great people, partying and even fitting in some culture along the way. My next stop was Foz Do Iguazu in Brazil where I would be meeting Grant and starting my final two weeks on the trip, but I’ll fill you in on that next time :)

Thanks for reading!
Emma 

Thursday 8 November 2018

Chile and Northern Argentina

Hola!
I am currently 1,989km from where I wrote my previous post having travelled from the north of Chile to Buenos Aires in Argentina. I'll pick up where I left off, which was in San Pedro De Atacama, one of my absolute favourite towns of this trip. It is a very laid back town, with avenues of one story, Wild West buildings housing restaurants, boutiques, hostels and travel agents.


There are no cars in the centre of the small town and lots of people on bikes and strolling around enjoying the atmosphere. There is also a beautiful little plaza with lots of trees and flowers, where the sound of birds fill the air. My second day there I met up with the Swiss couple I had done the jeep tour with and, after one of the best (if not THE best) croissant I had ever had in the towns chic French bakery, we rented bicycles and rode to the Valle De Luna, which is a huge expanse of desert land with many impressive rock formations, caves, volcanoes and sand dunes. 


The desert here is said to be the driest in the world and as we cycled in the midday sun there we could certainly believe that! The landscape was worth the effort though and really did feel like the surface of the moon at points. 



We came back to the town to relax in the plaza and have a well deserved ice cream before setting off again to watch the sunset on our bikes. By the time we returned the bikes at the end of the day we were really tired but managed to stay awake for a delicious pizza, a bottle of red wine and some live music that evening. 
The following day I left San Pedro, even though I could have happily spent a week there, and made my way across the border in Argentina and to a town called Purmamarca. The bus ride there was incredible. I was lucky enough to book the seat above the driver and so was treated to panoramic views the entire way. We past salt lake, salt flats, volcanoes, desert and wound up and down a jaw dropping mountain range full of colourful mineral deposits. 




When we arrived at Purmamarca we got our first view of what the town is famous for, the mountains of 7 colours, a glorious collection of mountains right behind the town which are vividly colourful and almost defy belief! I found a cute little family run hostel and took a stroll around the tiny town before grabbing an empanada for dinner and hitting the hay. 
I had been told that the best time to see the mountains of 7 colours was at around 10am so the next morning I decided to try and find a place where I could get the best view without having to pay $10, like you did for the viewpoint in town. I had read online that there was a spot across the road and up a hill so I set off. After a bit of searching I managed to find the path and climbed up until I had a completely uninterrupted and brilliant view. The best thing about it was that I had the whole spot to myself and so could sit in silence and try to take in what I was seeing. I even managed to catch the moon setting behind the mountain, magical! (The following pictures have NOT been photoshopped, this is really what this place looks like!)




After sitting for half an hour I made my way back into town where I had a quick lunch before catching a bus to my next stop, Tilcara. 
Another stunning bus ride later I arrived and walked through the relaxed, bohemian town to my hostel. The hostel itself was awesome, possibly the best hostel I have ever stayed in. It really felt like home and everyone was so welcoming, not to mention the place itself was very cool, with lots of interesting things hung on the walls, a vegetable patch, hammocks and a cool bar area where we had a BBQ and drinks that night. 


That afternoon I walked to the nearby pre-Incan ruins and admired the mountain ranges which surround the town. Back at the hostel I met a British girl called Anna and we enjoyed a bottle of Argentinian red wine (only £3!) before the BBQ. 
The next day I had a very relaxed day at the hostel. Anna had met a tattoo artist the day before and organised to have a tattoo done at the hostel, so I watched and gave some moral support in the morning. I then spent the rest of the day chilling in the hammock until it was time to head to the bus terminal for my bus to Salta with Anna. I could have stayed much longer in Tilcara but I still had a long way to go.


Salta is a beautiful city, and after saying goodbye to Anna the morning after we arrived I decided to take a walk around and book some excursions. The first one was a city tour which took us up to the viewpoint for the city, through the centre and through the suburbs. The following day I set off on the other excursion, a full day tour to Cafayate, the wine making district near Salta.


The scenery on the way to the valley where the wine is made was once again mind blowing. Loads of crazy mountains and rock formations created millions of years ago when this area was under water (you can still find seashells in the rocks).


 We visited two vineyards in Cafayate and tried white, rose and the famous Argentinian Malbec at both as well as learning about the wine making process and enjoying the beautiful surroundings. 



We had lunch in the town of Cafayate, which was a peaceful place with a huge plaza surrounded by restaurants and independent artisan shops. After lunch we started to make our way back to Salta, stopping at the most impressive viewpoints and natural formations on the way back. 


The following day I took the bus I had been dreading my entire trip, from Salta down to Buenos Aires. The trip took at total of 22 hours!! If I am completely honest, it really didn’t well that long, I slept pretty well and had either nice views or programmes downloaded on Netflix to pass the time. 
Right, I think I’ll leave it there and fill you in on what I’ve been doing in Buenos Aires in the next post :)
Thanks again for reading!
Emma x