Month: maart 2009

March 11. Santiago sweet.
I decide to meet someone today I call that person Sara because that's what first comes to my mind. She was not on our overnight bus to Santiago de Chile, I didn't meet her on the streets of this five million metropole with the 02 area code, neither was it the woman that sold me ...
March 10. Adventure.
















Drop-out. Look at that dash! Drop-dash-out. It's so beautiful. Almost a reason to drop out of the system. On the other hand, inside the system there are many beautiful dashes to, so it is not a logically valid reason. ...
March 9. Hitchhiking to Chile.
A day of full-blown hitchhiking excitement. We started off in San Martin, took a local bus to some place in the direction of Junin that threw us out in some barrio with dusty dirt roads and a beautiful scenery. We walked back to the paved road and stuck out our thumbs the way Chris McCandles ...
March 8.
Making the concepts of death and peace converge, how's that for universal religion?

In the Mapuche village near San Martin de los Andes a child held the barrier for the tourists. We walked around; the people had conserved some aspects of their traditional lifestyle. A girl herded some sheep. I photographed some goats. Their ...
march 7.
A puppy walks up to me while I am writing. Her clumsy movements touch me. She puts her nose against the screen of my computer. She is exploring the world and that says it all. I don't need to write another word. Hush. Let's all be silent today.
March 6. A decent hike.
We went for a decent hike to Frey near Bariloche. As a result of last night's ethanol feast, we started only at two in the afternoon. Took a bus to Catedral, the starting point of the hike and a wintersport base in the colder season. Three hours up, a beautiful cold lake and a magnificent ...
March 5.

Today, I saw a lot. Silvia, Carola and I decided to climb a hill first. Narrow dirt roads and steep dusty sand paths lead us to a platform with a magnificent view. I have pictures. The scenery reminded me of Switzerland, but it was much wider and a little more impressive. The way down, ...
March 4.
We walked around in Bariloche and found a place to stay in an hotel run by an old lady. She was the daughter of Germans who had moved to Argentina. This really doesn't sound interesting. I have to skip it. She was friendly, spoke German very well and had those white hairs on her
head ...
March 3. Ride to Patagonia.
We took a bus to Bariloche, a small town in the southern Andes that attracts many tourists. The bus ride was about 20 hours and really comfortable. By any measure, bus service in Argentina is superior. To Bariloche, there was only one bus a day and we had to wait until four. There
was a ...