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Where have you been so far?

" The journey never ends. Solo travelers end up. It is also likely to endure in their memory, in memory, in the narrative. When the traveler is sitting on the sand of the beach and says: "There is much to see," he knew that was not true. You have to see what is not seen to see again what we have seen, in the spring to see what we have seen in the summer, the day see what we have seen at night, with the sun where the first time it rained, see green crops, the mature fruit, the stone has changed places, the shadow that was not there. We must retrace steps already given, to repeat, and to draw alongside new ways. We must begin the journey. Always. The traveler returns immediately. "

[José Saramago]

What I like the phrase I put in the title, I've heard again from the first day of the trip several times a day, literally - where have you been so-far far, is one of the first questions you are asked when you meet a new traveler, about two weeks ago I discovered that pull the two words-so-and-far-generates a third meaning that is-until now-, after this discovery, the phrase has lost a little bit in beauty ...

Here I am, sat down to write my last post on this blog with a little advance thought to this day he tormented by 'start of journey is a bit like when you have translated the Latin version of questions and in sixth hour, the anxiety begins to salirti from when you step into class.
What to say now.
I do not know.

When I dreamed this trip when I took notes and tips on the Internet even when they boarded the plane did not think I was doing it really. But here I am, at the end.
The mind flies to the early travel memories, the last having familiar faces that warm morning of July 4, my mother with the same eyes, which I am now as I write seemed to want to follow me right into the airplane, that girl on the flight Rome-Sydney in twenty-hour flight did not utter a word to that guy in Hong Kong gave me a Yankees baseball hat, the wanderings of my mind stops at the first meeting in the Australian soil: a German in the south of Stuttgart near I not even remember his name, was the first night and instead of sleeping at the airport as planned I take refuge in the first hostel of my life, a waste of money because jet-lag because of sleep I did not want, wandering through the hostel I met this guy sitting on a bench near by his backpack, he could not sleep in a few hours his plane was leaving to return home after six months of wandering around the world, a face carved in the terrible sadness but his eyes shone with happiness his journey, I remember almost nothing of what we have spoken only told me that this trip was a great challenge.

And so it was.

The flow of Cairns there again and I remember that I get lost in its surroundings in search of the Crystal Cascades not understand anything about what people were telling me, then there is Diego, two months of travel I have been with him, the best travel companion I could see, the only person of my trip that I really want to remain in my life. I go to mind the nameless faces of everyone I've met Europeans and North Americans and South Asians also Africans, that have kept me company during this trip, the quiet faces of those who were hanging on to their last day, probably my sad face will be remembered in a few months from another backpacker. The endless roads I have traveled, the long waits for buses, every time I did not sleep on a bed, the long and exhausting trek wonderful landscapes cultures tastes worlds I knew, everything flows nicely into my memory. Then there's next to me my pack more and more dusty and dirty, with flags everywhere sewn, gradually unraveling puncturing is breaking, my house, which faithfully followed me on his back in recent months, my best friend and my own worst enemy, because I hated the beginning so heavy so cumbersome, then as always smaller and lighter.

I think about how I was at the beginning.

Shy and frightened by this adventure did not know, then gradually more and more confident and experienced in muovermici in as if I had never done anything else in life.
these months have passed in a hurry, too, seems to me yesterday that first evening wandering around the streets of Sydney in the humid wet from the rain, and at the same time seem to me ages ago. I also
Facing a world map ... what is small and far away my dear Europe.
My thoughts are more confused memories try to get back together, too many at once and block each other.

is over. You just have to come back.

" Travel must involve the sacrifice of an ordinary program to promote appropriate, renunciation of the everyday to the extraordinary ... "

[Herman Hesse]

And I have now finished the program, forcing the ordinary, the everyday, you go back where I started, hoping that this wonderful experience I have served something. I will remove the garment from backpacker, backpack relegheró in the cellar, my tongue will again be the mother.

I'll be back to be to always do things ever ...

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Uruguay & Brazil to Buenos Aires

The bus arrives early on the classic American South and delay for a short stay not walk, I was entertained to enjoy my last Jugos nice steak and lose time on the internet , Brazil is not as cheap as the rest of the continent, then return to the diet that has accompanied me in the first 3 months of travel: rice and pasta in white ... damn economic development!

few days ago I left Argentina we will come back only to take the plane that will take me back home ...

I went to Uruguay, Argentina is very similar, only better managed and more ordered, even I found that many universities are studied here in two years of Italian.

I started my tour of the smallest country in South America with the city of Cologne for two days then stop in the capital and two in Punta del Este, which reminds me of the Gold Coast in Australia, here we find that even large groups of Anglo-Saxon in recent months had almost disappeared, I came here with the idea of \u200b\u200bthrowing myself on the beach doing nothing but rain forced me to throw the hostel in the hammock and do nothing.

In Argentina and Uruguay use our same bucket for garbage, if strange cities are filthy, the only difference is that ours are green and they change color changing city, is a month that amazed people all over the world by opening by pressing down with your foot ...

Arrive early morning in Porto Alegre, there remains only five minutes because I see the bad weather and decided to go a bit 'to the north.
Incredible, I never thought it could be bad weather in Brazil, I do not know, maybe I imagined that the clouds will magically disappear when they pass over this nation.
Brazil still surprises me, and the bus ride of 'Ilha de Santa Catarina I have not noticed the same poverty that you see in other countries, the machines are all new and there are even highways!
Another thing that surprised me is the landscape, as seen so far reminds me of the very north of Australia, my trip will begin and end with a similar landscape.

Brazilians are fantastic, although I had guessed already known to those traveling through, are much more open and friendly people of Argentina, have only two problems: they speak Portuguese and the Argentinians have even more layers to this habit of touching or keep attached to your face.

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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 ...

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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!