Chapter VI - Considering again

Asunción (PY) - Rosario (AR) - Buenos Aires - Colonia del Sacramento (UY) - Buenos Aires (AR) - Mendoza - Valparaiso (CL) - Santiago - Caldera - San Pedro de Atacama

Pacific ocean in Valparaiso

Dear friends and family, especially our worrying mums,

we probably should apologise for not writing anything on the blog (or on Facebook) for weeks, but to be honest, we aren't sorry at all. We've been busy travelling around, seeing places, getting to know people and enjoying life. So no apologies but instead an enormously long post with loads of pictures from three countries.

The oldest building in Buenos Aires, also known as Manzana de Luz

After a week in Paraguay we began travelling southwards towards Buenos Aires. On the way we stopped in Rosario for a couple of nights to greet our friends we met on a tourist tour back in Rio. The weekend was fun - we got to know the city, had some delicious home made burgers and danced to the best hits from today (or a few months ago). A heart attack was also close, when a bat fell out of nowhere on the floor of our room when we were about to go to bed.

In Buenos Aires zoo we took pictures with all the animals.

Our stay in Buenos Aires didn't start the best way it could have - it was Anneli's turn to get really ill. We kept prolonging our stay at the hostel so that she could try and sleep her on-off-fever away. Anneli was sure it was rabies (from the bat in Rosario), I tried to convince her it was probably "only" malaria. To make everything worse, the wifi in the hostel didn't work, so she didn't have anything to do during the days. After a few days she went to see a doctor, got antibiotics for bronchitis (or pneumonia, the doctor wasn't sure) and eventually was feeling better.

Having spent a bit too many days in BA, we decided to shorten our week in Uruguay to a weekend. We took a boat on Friday evening from BA to Colonia del Sacramento but came to regret the decision about twenty minutes before hitting the coast. Even though Sanni had tried to prepare herself for the worst, seasickness never feels good. Like about 40 percent of our fellow travellers, she also enjoyed the sight of a white plastic bag full of questionable fluids. Anneli did her best to keep her cool and not to get sick herself.

Colonia was an utterly beautiful city. We celebrated Anneli's 25th birthday by signing her happy birthday at the hostel in five languages and eating well.  The antibiotics set some restrictions on the wildness of the party. Our ferry (bigger, more stable, slower and less throw-uppy) left at four in the morning and since we didn't want to spend money on a night in a hostel, we spent it on the street, in a restaurant and eventually at the port.

A quarter-century-old Anneli

Being the lazy travellers that we are, we ended up staying in Buenos Aires for a few more days. We spent our days roaming San Telmo, the bohemian hippie neighbourhood, met some interesting street rats and found delicious cherries in a market hall. For the first time on the trip we also made some plans for the first week in Finland - munkkimaanantai!

Next destination: Mendoza on the other side of the country. One of the most exiting experiences so far was  the Finland vs. Sweden ice hockey game (which we eventually were able to watch on our tablet, yay!). We met a fellow enthusiast, a half Finnish guy from London. After seven weeks of sniffing each others butts we finally had enough courage to start taking contact to the outside world and other people (ha ha). We got to know some awesome people, some of whom we have even met again during the last weeks. We spent one day biking around the wine yards near the town, on another afternoon Sanni finally got to go horseback riding and Anneli got to try galloping for the first time.

Anneli's (which on this trip means our) camera got stolen
along the way. We lost only a few pictures and the new
one is awesome - it has cool effects and pics turn out great.

We were supposed to continue our journey towards Chile on a Sunday evening. At the bus station they let us know that it had snowed so much that the buses wouldn't drive over the mountains. After spending one extra night in Mendoza we finally took off to Valparaiso. Actually we were delighted to travel during the day - the landscape was different than before, so beautiful with all the mountains and serpent roads. While waiting to cross the border we even got a bit of fresh snow!

Colourful Valparaiso

Our plan in Chile was to meet a friend of Sanni's in Valparaiso, spend the night there and continue northwards the next day. Meeting her didn't work out, but eventually we stayed in the prettiest city so far for a week. We made some friends at the hostel and roamed the city with them - saw amazing graffiti, bought veggies on the farmers market, visited Pablo Neruda's house and checked out the best restaurants.

Before heading north towards Bolivia, we took a bus to the capital, Santiago. We spent the night there with some friends from Valparaiso and drove the next night to some random city halfway to the Bolivian border. We ended up spending the day in a pretty dead city in the middle of nowhere, where the siesta seemed to last from early morning until late night. Luckily we had bought tickets to continue to San Pedro on the same day and we could escape the uninviting, drowsy town soon enough.

The Andes seen from Santigo

Anneli and our Australian friends went to check out the views and sunset
from the highest hill in Santiago. Sadly they were kicked out just before
sunset but the view is still pretty neat.

Bahia Inglesa, a sleepy beach town (or rather a street) next to Caldera.

The next morning we arrived in San Pedro de Atacama, booked a tour to Salar de Uyuni, the salt flats in southern Bolivia, for the next day, relaxed in the town for the night and had the best burgers ever for dinner. Seriously, delicious.

Tsunami warning signs everywhere!

 We have had surprisingly few problems with the language in the past weeks. Even though we don't understand everything, most of the time we at least get along. Sanni's portuñol is getting better and more understandable day by day and Anneli's one word questions such as ¿Baño? or ¿La quenta? get always answered. The best conversation was in a bus with the driver in Bolivia, where they had heating on:

A: ¡Muy caliente!
D: Si.
A: ¿Mas frio?
D: No puedo. (No can do.)

Thoughts of Anneli: In the start of the trip we were both homesick After we left our Finnish fear of people behind, things changed. The biggest difference between us is the fact that when Sanni doesn't want to be with me, she wants to be alone, but when I can't stand her face, I want to be with other people. So now that we have met a lot of cool people, some of them travelling since forever, I have started to fear the moment I have to go home. Travelling, seeing new places and meeting cool people feels so much easier than facing the reality and living a normal life. One friend of ours said that the more you travel, the less you know what you want. That combined with the reason why I originally wanted to go to South America (finding myself and all that crap) doesn't make the storm of feelings inside me easily solvable. Everything good I have in my life back in Finland (that being a lot) fights with the feeling of excitement you get when you go to a new city and meet people with amazing stories and can maybe be a part of those stories. Then again escaping reality and running away from myself feels like something that a 1/4 century old "woman" shouldn't do. Because of that the last couple of weeks have consisted of me being anxious and even more analytic than before, Sanni feeling exited about getting closer to home and her boyfriend and me being pissed at her for being happy. I do have to say that Sanni has also enjoyed the trip, she is just seeing home as a positive and not a scary thing. Back in Valparaiso a friend of ours told me I should make decisions based on what will take me closer to the goal I had when leaving home. I guess all of this I'm feeling comes from not having finished my goal. For the first time since naming the blog I'm thinking about escape and the sense of it.

Since we're so much behind our blogging schedule, we try to keep the texts shortish. Yeah, we know this text isn't short at all but trying to squeeze three countries into one text can't be done in a couple of sentences. Entries about Bolivia and Peru should follow soon enough. We're now in Cusco and will head off to Machu Picchu tomorrow. Two weeks left, about 4000 kilometers to go! (We did book a flight between Lima and Quito to make it possible to actually do the 4000 km on time.)

The song above was made in Caldera when Anneli was sick and tired of Sanni's face but stuck with her and no one else for two whole nights in a row. It made her smile for the first time in what felt like ages.