2-20-10
After drifting in and out of sleep on the bus, I woke up around 9 or 10. We got to Mendoza, I am not sure exactly but a little later than expected due to the weather. I grabbed a cab to my hostel. I checked and relaxed. I talked to some of the people in my hostel. I then decided and booked the following schedule; on Sunday evening, I am going horse riding and having BBQ dinner, Monday I am going wine tasting for the afternoon, and on Tuesday, I am going to face my fear and try paragliding.
After doing this, I decided to walk around some of the city. I did this for a while. It is pleasant but I guess I kind of expected more from the possibly second biggest city in the country. It was also werid walking around without my nice camera in hand. I am dealing but its withdrawal for sure. Eventually, after grabbing a bite to eat, I came back. I then relaxed. I read a bit of my book and actually napped off and on for a bit. Then I woke up. I read some more. I met a Canadian chef, who looks a bit like the actress, Carla Gugino, and a Swedish man who looks kind of similar to Matthew McConaughey. We went out of drinks. It was a lot of fun talking about random stuff. Then some Aussies from our hostel joined us. Eventually we headed back. Now I will try to sleep which will be questionable since the hostel is blasting music and people are partying in the lobby, since I think some leave tomorrow. REALLY? Not neccessary.
PS. Read up about the San Pedro Prison in La Paz. Sounds crazy. I plan to read "Marching Powder" eventually.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Here comes the flood
2-19-10
My cab never came. So I ventured into the rain. The street that my hostel was on was pratically a flood. Crossing it took a great while. I tried to get a cab but he refused. Then I made it to the big street. I had fight more flooding. Then I got a cab but as I put my bag in, a woman said it was hers. My cab driver fought her off, and I jumped in. In another situation, I probably would have given it to her but I was running late and fighting floods. We got to the bus station. This was complete madness. I couldn´t find my bus on the screen. I was panicked. I kept asking. Eventually I heard it on the loudspeaker. I ran to its station. It was running late like me. I got on. It was really nice. Kind of like first class of buses. The seats recline into beds etc. Had sappy love songs on the radio. I instead listened to "explosions in the sky" to put me to sleep. I drifted in out of sleep. I made it to my hostel. Now to decide the order I want to do things, wine tasting, paragliding and horse riding.
Ciao.
My cab never came. So I ventured into the rain. The street that my hostel was on was pratically a flood. Crossing it took a great while. I tried to get a cab but he refused. Then I made it to the big street. I had fight more flooding. Then I got a cab but as I put my bag in, a woman said it was hers. My cab driver fought her off, and I jumped in. In another situation, I probably would have given it to her but I was running late and fighting floods. We got to the bus station. This was complete madness. I couldn´t find my bus on the screen. I was panicked. I kept asking. Eventually I heard it on the loudspeaker. I ran to its station. It was running late like me. I got on. It was really nice. Kind of like first class of buses. The seats recline into beds etc. Had sappy love songs on the radio. I instead listened to "explosions in the sky" to put me to sleep. I drifted in out of sleep. I made it to my hostel. Now to decide the order I want to do things, wine tasting, paragliding and horse riding.
Ciao.
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