Had a great hike to some waterfalls (near Cafayate). A place you could only reach by car or a tourguide, so it was nice and quiet. The trail was totally unclear. Jumping on and from rocks, climbing, and jumping over water and avoiding huge cactusses it felt like an awesome adventure. Especially, because a stray-dog followed us all the way!! When we parked the car for the hike Maurice gave him some chunks of bread. The dog probably thought he would be with us from there on 🙂 He climbed even the steepest slopes. Sometimes he slipped into the water after bravely jumping on a wet rock. But he didn´t make one sound, just kept on going. We gave him the name ‘Peligro’, which means ‘danger’ in spanish. Back at the car, five hours later, we gave him a whole bread and plenty of hugs. The poor dog begged us to get into the car. Our hearts tore apart when we drove away cause the dog ran after us, faster and faster, like the car …. I can still see his face with his ears flapping in the wind. Eager eyes. Aaaaaaaaaah …. Maybe we should have kept him, and sell him eventually with the car.(flashback to`Sophies choice`). We feel bad …. (and hope he is not still running).

Geee, our blogs are so old! We already hit te northern town Humahuaca (yup, still with the Fiat Uno!), and are back on our way to Cordoba. A couple there mailed us they are seriously interested in buying our car. Wel, whatever happens, we are planning to paraglide in Cordoba. And if the car doesn´t make it, we´ll take it paragliding with us and sell the video (ha ha, thanks Like!).
So what happened in the meantime? After El Bolson, we camped in a national park full of blue lakes and mountains (I still don´t uderstand why some people use a noisy generator to burn a lightbulb in front of their campervan …) . Then Bariloche, a place where some nazi´s made their new home after the War (they say). That could explain wy it´s full of chocolate, St. Bernhard dogs, and wooden cottages. At night really great performances (for free) at the square.
Then we drove to Mendoza (something like driving from Holland to Spain), but chose the alternative route, hoping to see some volcanos. We slept in obscure litlle towns (again, the movie U-turn …). And a big part of the road turned out to be a ride in hell; the concrete was falling apart, leaving big holes (sometimes filled with rain). High speed was 30 km an hour …
In Mendoza Maurice got robbed of his bag. Luckily no passports or expensive stuff in it. But we lost our chargers and handy accessoires (iPods, camera, phone, etc.) . (and ofcourse that made it extra difficult to upload photo´s on the blog..). Besides the robbers, Mendoza is a great city! They have the best icecream so far, and the best pasta, and the best wine (it´s ofcourse full of ex-italians). We did an ehm… experimental winetour (long story). And there was a parade with beauyqueens who threw fruit and vegetables to us (even a pumpkin!) .
After that up north. In Tucuman I did a tai chi lesson (from the brother of the Latin-American champion Kong Fu!). Finally Maurice experienced that Tai Chi is not a dull girls sport, and a master can really throw you on the floor (oops, did it hurt honey?). Humahuaca was the most northern town we reached. It looks and feels like a town in Peru. Lama´s, dark people, more indian looking (with big heads), shops with coca leaves, coloured blankets, panflutes …
We left for Yujuy (great pizza!). Then Salta (nothing special, but nice to see locals relaxing in the park on a sunday afternoon). One of the best expriences was a night in a nearby town (ALWAYS try to spend the night in the middle of nowhere!). A few gaucho´s drove by and saw a few guys with a guitar (next to us, while eating at the pub). They hit the break, got out of their car and started to sing, clap, shout, laugh, and all of that gypsy-stuff. More and more beer came on the table. More and more people gathered around them (we, as foreigners, were especially invited, and they even dedicated some songs to us). We tried some coca leaves (cool!). And we all clapped like experienced flamenco-gypsies. When the place closed, a dramatic goodbye followed (a big speech of the singer, aplause, hugs, kisses from everyone to everyone). They explained us a night like this is quite a normal thing in the north, wow!

El Bolson was a town we almost drove thru. But we stopped the car and I had a feeling we should check the place out. Im glad we did. Had a great time at the hippie festival there. It can be compared to a goa trance festival back home but at a very nice spot in the woods next to a beautiful river where people bathed and kids played. People were really into the lunar calendar there. Makes sense to go with natures cycles instead of that ticking clock speeding you up. If you wanna know more about that go here: www.tortuga.com.
Here´s a pic of Lo, a former manager who worked with top tech companies and decided to quit and do what he wanted to do most: write books and make music. He lost all of his possessions when his house burnt down. All of his writings were gone so he literally had to start from scratch. I surely like his writings!

dinner time…pfff

BTW, can you try to sms to this number? Hope it works….
(You can try to use http://sms.ac for free sms´ing but that too might not work)

0054 92944 596 001

Its the direct number to call us too, but calling might be expensive…check with your phone company

Im kicked out now!!!!

Yes we are alive and still driving, even tho I managed to drive the car off the road after we got back from the Torres del Paine trip. Yes, it was me again, having done over a thousand kilometers on dirtroads I managed to lose control over the wheel on a strait part, just 2 km before the pavement would start again.

But this blog is dead as hell if I´m goin to back track our days, so let me do a quickie:

We saw penguins at last somewhere on the eastcoast, which gave us an insight into the weird ways of nature. Chek it out on this blog, its from a guy we met there. He does a 140 km p7h with his bike on the dirtroads 😛
http://bmwdog.blogspot.com
After that we went back to the west coast (still avoiding dirt roads ofcourse) and visited the loveliest town so far called El Bolson, a true hippie village for the free minded spirits. I got told at some gasstation I should be able to buy some grass there (even tho I didnt ask for it but hey I´m Dutch). I asked the tourist info ´hey where are the hippies´and this girl took out a map and said ´here!´. So the same night we ended up camping a weekend long at some hippie trance festival. WOW!

Shite the internet shop closes again. I just did my insurance thingies cause they broke into our car, so thats for a next time. Stay put and come back more often, I will breathe some air into this blog 🙂

sloMo

IT WORKS!!
Just to spread the word: we have a mobile number (yes finally) here in Argentina. To call us at the lowest rate possible (€ 0,15 per minute), use the instructions below. They are taken from www.teledump.nl. To call from another country you have to find a similar service or dial direct.

For people calling from the netherlands first dial:
0900 1533
then enter the number for argentina with our number:
0054 92944 596 001

That´s it! Hope to hear from you 🙂

Ook lekker zeg. Van die k*t toetsenborden hier die je browsers doen reloaden als je aan het mailen/bloggen bent.
Maar goed, nog een keer dan.
Waar waren we?
Owja, die stinkstad. Verkeer als in New York, gebouwen zoals in Barcelona, en gaten in de weg als in Mexico. Maar wel een boel toffe verhalen gehoord van travellers over alle must see´s in Argentinie (tnx voor de hostel tips btw Barb!). Nog ff naar een ghetto geweest met als enige trekpleister 3 toeristiese straatjes met kinderkleurende bouwvalletjes genaamd la Boca.

We hebben ook nog 2 keer kunnen zwemmen in een oud YMCA sportgebouw, echt een raar iets zeg! Dat zwembad leek wel een martelplek, zo diep onder de grond en met die schimmige uitstraling.

Maar genoeg van die stad. Gelukkig kon ik Corine overhalen om verder te gaan (we wilden wel naar Ushuaia). En dus hadden we na een dagje in de moordende zon en een paar reisburo´s later al weer een ticket naar Rio Gallegos te pakken. 600 pesos voor pak em beet 4000 kilometer om maar richting Ushuaia te komen, want het was niet mogelijk ivm toerisme om direct een vlucht te boeken. Komen we daar aan, blijkt het een ongelofelijk gat te zijn. Dus weer naar de balie: “Gaat er toevallig binnenkort een vlucht naar Ushuaia?” En ja hoor, stijgen we binnen een week al weer voor de 5e keer op. Begint echt normaal te worden voor ons 😛
We zijn gister aangekomen in Ushuaia, en waren al bijna de backpack van Corine kwijt. Gelukkig konden we iemand zo snel zo ver krijgen om snel efkes in het vliegtuig te kijken. En ja hoor, die was bijna richting Buenos Aires. Pfff…. So far so lucky.

Hostel gevonden voor iets te veel maar wel een kamer voor twee. Vandaag weer een ander hostel te pakken en een hiking guide gekocht. Gaan we morgen schoenen halen en echt hiken! JOEHOE!
Owja, net wat telefoonnummers gebeld van auto´s die aan de weg in de verkoop stonden. Chek! Gelijk een proefrit gedaan in een te dure bak, en later nog een in een voor een wat realistieser prijs. Schijnt max 3 dagen te duren voor overschrijven. We gaan nu uitzoeken wat die bak (een Kia Pride) doet op het net qua prijs etc. Dik idee hoor, rondcruisen in onze eigen bak.

Man, ik zit al iets te lang achter deze puter weer, dus tot de volgende keer!
Hasta luego!