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Wellcome

Buenos Aires. Definitely The most dangerous place in which I was previously, or perhaps the place where bad luck has decided to hit the most. After nearly two months in south america the sense of insecurity I had finally abandoned.

let your guard down I was immediately impressed. As the worst idiots.

arrived in Buenos Aires with a little over 10 pesos after finding the hostel the first thing I do is going to retire. Enabled once with Diego decided to go for lunch, we enter the metro is packed, like sardines tablets people who do nothing but step on their feet, standing with the thong thing is very annoying, but maybe that was the problem.

When they got the camera, move in the pocket in front to avoid to make me take off, I leave my wallet in the side pocket of the shorts that until a few hours ago I considered the safest place as there are two buttons that I always cursed an immense effort to open , however, cover my pocket with your hand for added security.

The train begins a stretch of curves and I cling to the bar for balance, so I mistakenly heard his wallet on the thigh is adequate security. ;

At one of the control buttons that do sometimes do not feel anything, touch three or four times yet nothing, I key in the other pocket, and still nothing, I think maybe I went without. I look at the ground with the naive hope that it will simply fall, I look around but could have been anyone.

Then, as if nothing had happened, with a surreal calm, I can not explain, I say to Diego

"Me han robado.

We leave the meter very calm and rest a couple of minutes thinking about what to do and trying to figure out how it happened. I realize that the huge dick that I did fuck your wallet with all my money and cards. Sale anger and fear about how to do now that I have left in your pocket only 20 pesos.

Take a taxi to return quickly to the hostel where I have the numbers to block the cards in the meantime I call my dad to let me confirm that I am a jerk and the embassy. The embassy

I do not even respond to the number of emrgenza who gave me the police.

The taxi driver heard me yelling in Italian and at the end of the race tell me that I should not think that the Argentines are all so .

addition to the money lost and the problems arising from theft, to exacerbate the anger is additional to the emotional value for the portfolio and the notes I had kept one for each state visited, not to mention the tax code and license the patent diving.

At nine and a half After just over three hours following the theft made the complaint go to dinner. Walk

I realize the situation in the city: two guys are removing the most possible from a number of parked bikes, others open to collect plastic garbage bags and cans to sell, all in the way where most people do not care for them but look and pass.

We take a pizza and we put on the tables outside, after one minute there's three of the guys who handle the garbage to ask for a slice, a alliunga your hand and touches it, walk away pizza from his hands on the other side of the table then try to take my pepsi, we get to send them when we go back and sit up pizza and seven have disappeared.

The people around us did nothing but watch the scene.

with anger that makes us go hungry and that there is a pepsi drinking, cursing in Italian / Portuguese / English back to the hostel ....

And tomorrow is another day ...

best hope

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Cul de sac

I did not have many pictures past few days and then put them random
begin with a sunset Australian

Four and a half months ago I started with a third party without the bulky backpack to know without even realizing it, full of all those ideas prejudicial, stereotyped and generals who have accumulated twenty-two years during the journey took smaller and lighter until they disappear, or nearly so, after all, to realize that an idea is both injurious to deal with something or someone that can refute or ever will remain so.

Delusions aside

Then a river in New Zealand

Over the past 15 days I was virtually immobile, having been slightly hurt I had to spend several days locked in a room of the hostel to watch film and TV series to combat boredom, streaming blessed! Still not fully recovered but at least they are no longer asthenic which allowed me to leave the hostel. Despite this I'm caught in a cul de sac "of Argentina, too far from the delights of the south and north and I'll have to give up something, the center of Argentina has only its beautiful cities to live, such as Cordoba and Mendoza.

and an American

The only drawback is that you can enjoy much more of a city to be discovered and when it is different. Already

Europeans, Australians and Americans seemed similar, the only real difference that I noticed after being in Bolivia and Peru, is that I say "cheers" and others I say "cheers, holy, prostate, na zdraví ...", let alone now in Argentina, that if I had never opened a history book that I think was an Italian colony since their fantastic accent more than any other language approaches if the first Italian or English when I did not know a word guessing I had a good chance to guess, here go to the sure word as it is in Italian and not even need to add S to end, for example Staying on the theme of beer in Argentina is said to drink beer, Add to this, that the pizza is decent, listen to Italian music than us, and the fiat fernet are everywhere and are used to say "La Ley ECHA, ECHA the Tramp" that the differences with Italy become more geographical than anything else.

I could sum up the last tedious digression in a sentence like: "I went to see the world in its diversity and then realize that there are less than I imagined. "Perhaps it was to see screens without those two countries so distant from our world to make me feel closer to others.

Peruvian

That said let's go back to what I was saying (or writing) before, now you're completely forgotten. I miss Buenos Aires just to get out of this semi parentheses Italian, from there the journey back to being on the beach, and after three months of sandy deserts, rocky, icy steppe or a beautiful endless stretch of salt water is what it takes.

I do not see the time to take the backpack on his shoulders.

now we are winding down and the weather more than ever is my enemy, cursed backpackers coming from the opposite direction, I have always been useful for information and know which are the most beautiful ignored by the mass, now they just take out places that I can not reach, it takes even Diego to sing the beauty of northern Brazil.

To get the most out of this month I try to do a travel plan, but is strongly opposed to how I learned to travel so I can not, I can not do a project that goes beyond three days.

And at the end of a lake Bolivian

One certainty: it starts tomorrow, tomorrow I wake up from this stupor for which they are victims more than two weeks!

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La strada

Before you go to sleep I was reading the last post on the blog of a friend of mine on the road too.

I met him two years ago when I went to London to "work" after London lost all the contacts I meet him by chance last year in Santorini, and if I had to accept the first trip I had the idea designed perhaps our paths would cross again in the south-east Asia that is now experiencing.

I asked him what was missing on his return, when he said that there were few days left for some strange reason I went to re-read the first post that he had published.

Among the comments I noticed the lyrics of a song, I also read three months ago when he began to write, but for some reason I was not impressed, but this time in a month and change since my return I struck to the heart.

This is the blog of my friend in question, tells a wonderful trip in the same beautiful country, needless to say reading that has transformed in recent months, also have stories with other backpackers encountered, the south-east Asia as a desired future my next trip:

http://raccontidalcentrodelmondo.blogspot.com/


Good return home

This however is the lyrics:

Road - Modena City Ramblers

The straight road that connects the Grand Canyon to Flagstaff is perfectly here

Of all the poets and madmen

we encountered on the street, I held a face or a name
a tear or a laugh we drank
Galway
getting late in the bars of Lisbon
rediscovered stories
Italy to the tune of some song. We shot together


and heard the voices of madmen
met people on board and
strangest fellow travelers
someone has been
someone is gone and he has not heard from
one day you decided
a hug and then you left.

hermano querido
good trip and a good way wherever you go

maybe one day we could meet again down the road.

Of all the countries and places where we stopped the van

we lost a minute to listen to a partisan or some drunk

the strange stories of the old bar and children with
desert tea
were life lessons
I learned and I still have.

good trip ...

I'm not crying about the old days
or the usual stories about the past and because he is stupid

messing up a memory or on some songs please do not look

no regrets for what has been
that the stars always guide you
and the road will lead you far

And because I also discovered how to embed this video well put

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As sick as dogs two

Here I am sitting on a bus in the new place unknown. I look at the landscape, next to me is Diego and he does the same. No they are not returned to Australia after the deep cold south Argentine I reached Diego Mendoza, warm, and not content of several hours on the bus, I started with him a new long journey north. We stop first in San Augustin fertile valley in the middle of another desert for the night and take a tour the next day, just got off the train we saw the classic man who picks up the Hostelling International backpacker, I personally hate this chain But since it was late at night and we were both tired free the inscription on the sign Transfer t handheld dall'omino makes me give in and choose quell'ostello, free transportation turned out to be the man who accompanied us walk to the hostel. The day dopa and Valle de la Luna Valle Fertil, who called her fertile probably never seen a prairie in his life, the landscape draws very Monument Valley USA: dry without a drop of water, the only form of life are the Condor flying over the head of the tourists.

Gothic Cathedral in Valle Fertil

We had agreed to let us leave after the tour in La Rioja, but I think there's been some little misunderstanding, and we unload along with five other boys in a bar on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, here in Argentina is very easy to be situated in the middle of the desert, where perhaps only the current reaches to the 7 evening not to leave the dark who lives and works in the house / bar. After four hours passing the bus going to La Rioja, and we charge despite missing the seats for everyone. Once in the city decide
with Diego and the new traveling companions to go direct to Salta, and then wait another five hours of the morning until four in the other bus, invariably comes with an hour long delay our expectation, and hunger, There is an ATM that does not work and we spent all of our pennies for the last bus ticket, I unable to solve a pepsi someone with more money also promoted a box of alfajores that ends up being dinner for everyone.
Arrival in Salta and the password is REST.

spent four nights in Salta, dedicating myself to the pool of the hostel, to the bustling nightlife of the town and celebrate my birthday in late because Diego when he learned that I had spent the birthday bus and two other backpackers we travel with me the surprise birthday with cake.
One evening two dogs back to the hostel for some reason unknown to me and pointed me barking chased, never run so fast in my life, I'm not sure how much I have two hounds chased the damned before I could get into a car because every day that passes I remember going to some ten meters longer than a day before.
In Salta I have not abandoned my kind of traveler, I have gone for a ride around in a desert of salt, visited the town of puntamarca that has just been elected by the UNESCO World Heritage Site, all through a beautiful valley alongside the car of a train ride on the world's highest.

Rivola giants

It seems every time I get close to Bolivia, I get sick (already happened in Peru and Bolivia in itself), the last day I was in Salta a slight fever that passed in an afternoon but I left a nagging cough. Arriving in Cordoba andarmi decide to make a medical examination convinced for some strange reason that Italians do not pay the doctor in Argentina, when I find that we do not have this good fortune rather than andarmi likely to make a long line to the emergency room I go to the nearest doctor thinking of leaving the hostel charges to insurance. The visit cost me 40 pesos , in southern Argentina in a hostel room is more expensive, the diagnosis is pharyngitis, antibiotics and syrup (160 pesos cost of medicines). The next day I go back to the doctor because it makes me a bad dog on his right foot and is peeling: looks at him and asks me if I am a mochilero (backpacker), tells me I have athlete's foot that is popular among backpackers and probably I took walking barefoot to the hostel. Four months that I wear socks or slippers to make even half a meter in order to avoid contracting mushrooms and I wonder how you can ... Flashback to the swimming pool ... §@#%$!

So now enforced rest in Cordoba ...

Now I would like to find some other stupid to write because once published the post I have to do the washing machine ...