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                    <title>Salta Argentina</title>
                    <description>We were surprised as we arrived into Salta. We expected a bigger version of Cafayate. What we saw couldn39t have been more different green hills surrounding a low rise smoggy dirty city. We had held a vision of a super charming province capital and were sadly disappointed. Regardless we had planned on being here a few days and proceeded to walk to our hostel from the bus terminal. Much farther</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Salta/Salta/blog-732806.html</link>
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                    <title>Cafayate Argentina</title>
                    <description>The second leg of our trip to Cafayate was pretty interesting. It was super early when we left Tucuman so throughout the trip we both were in and out of sleep. At one point the driver stopped the bus and asked a question I didn39t hear but immediately several men exited the bus. 5 minutes later down the road they got back on. Maybe a wight issue or something as it was rainy out and it looked</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Salta/Cafayate/blog-731672.html</link>
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                    <title>Cordoba Argentina</title>
                    <description>Our overnight bus from Mendoza arrived in Cordoba at dawn giving us little time to wake up and get our stuff together before we were walking half asleep through the terminal trying to find a bus or taxi to take us to our hostel. As it turns out there are no local buses from the terminal and we had to wait in a 20 person cue for a taxi. Fortunately the taxi was chearp and we arrived promptly to t</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Cordoba/Cordoba/blog-727295.html</link>
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                    <title>Mendoza  Argentine Wine</title>
                    <description>On our 8 hour bus ride from Valpo to Mendoza we left the coast and climbed up through the Andes. The weaving drive was slow and safe along a well maintained road between Chile and Argentina which helped my preocupied Chloe keep her cool as we steadily climbed up a long series of switchbacks and through a 2 mile tunnel at the top to reach the pass at 4000 meters. It was a beautiful drive and imm</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Mendoza/Mendoza/blog-719569.html</link>
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                    <title>Valparaso Chile</title>
                    <description>The bus from Santiago only took 2 hours to arrive to the city of Valparaso. Along the way we passed a number of coastal wineries reminding me of some of the CA southern coast wineries near Santa Barbara. Valparaso was a sight to see. A city built on hills destroyed and rebuilt after earthquakes and tsunamis. Similar to Pucon we passed tsunami escape route signs. Chile land of natural disa</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Valparaiso-Region/Valparaiso/blog-716462.html</link>
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                    <title>Santiago de Chile</title>
                    <description>Santiago de Chile has a big bus terminal. Actually they have two. One long distance and one short distance. We awoke early in the morning to a giant complex that the bus began circling upwards to its designated parking spot. After getting off and collecting our backpacks we walked down a few flights of stairs and through a mall eventually reaching the metro station. 12 stops later we got off a</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Santiago-Region/Santiago/blog-716398.html</link>
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                    <title>Pucon Chile</title>
                    <description>Coming from Bariloche we had to change buses in San Martin de los Andes Argentina in order to cross the border and arrive to Pucon. We got fortunate not to get stuck there and were able to snag a pair of the few remaining seats. The 6 hour ride was smooth enough except for the border crossing which was located at the base of the imposing Lanin Volcano. The process was more strict than we expec</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Chile/Araucania/Pucon/blog-716304.html</link>
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                    <title>Bariloche Argentina</title>
                    <description>After finishing the second leg of our 42 hour bus journey from Iguassu we were happy to have our feet on solid ground again. We had a hell of a time understanding how to ride the local bus. You had to buy tickets or charge a card since they were privately owned rather than the staterun buses wed been used to. Over the course of a half hour I ran around the small terminal trying to comprehend h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Rio-Negro/San-Carlos-de-Bariloche/blog-715192.html</link>
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                    <title>Iguazu Falls</title>
                    <description>Our bus from Floripa left us on the Brazilian side of Iguazu Falls. The hostel we booked was on the Argentinian side and we soon found out the process of crossing from one side to the other was not a quick one. Somehow we struggled to find the bus stop where the transfer would pick us up. After wandering around for a half hour with our front and back packs on we found it directly across the stre</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Misiones/Puerto-Iguaz-/blog-711144.html</link>
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                    <title>Florianopolis</title>
                    <description>From the airport we arrived to our hostel after transferring buses 3 times. Since Chloe hated the feeling of wasting a day traveling she was adamant about having to get to the beach. So as soon as we checked in we tossed our bags down and ran to the ocean 5 minutes away. After an hour on the beach Chloes travel anxiety was washed away and she was back to the smiling mermaid I knew. With the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Santa-Catarina/Florian-polis/blog-706980.html</link>
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                    <title>So Paulo</title>
                    <description>On arrival to So Paulo we were impressed by the enormous size of the bus station but the metro and transit system were surpisingly easy and nonhectic. My old roommate from Barcelona Mariana lived towards the end of one of the metro lines and picked us up as soon as she got off work around 5 pm. Mariana greeted us with the warmest welcome ever and opened her home to us. She gave us her roo</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Sao-Paulo/S-o-Paulo/blog-704461.html</link>
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                    <title>Paraty</title>
                    <description>Our exit from Rio was about as hectic as our entire stay. Kika was gracious enough to drive us to the bus terminal in Barra that would transfer us to the long distance bus terminal. This drive which normally takes 10 minutes took us an hour. Now that Carnaval was over everyone went back to work creating a chaotic mess of traffic. However following Elianess advice we gave ourselves 4 hours </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/Paraty/blog-703919.html</link>
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                    <title>RIO</title>
                    <description>We received a warm welcome upon arrival to Rio de Janeiro. Erika an amiga from my Barcelona days came to pick us up and drove us back to her moms apartment where she set us up in her own room while she would sleep in her sisters room. Her mom fixed us some leftover dinner of frutas del mar and rice and we were told to make ourselves at home and help ourselves to anything in the fridge. Ama</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Rio-de-Janeiro/Rio-de-Janeiro/Barra-da-Tijuca/blog-699607.html</link>
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                    <title>Morro de Sao Paulo</title>
                    <description>Our bus ride to Valena went smoothly enough much better than the one we took down to Itacare as it was the morning instead of the crazy hot afternoon. At the boat dock we decided to take the faster boat rather than the ferry which would take twice as long. Once we bought tickets we had no time to see what we were to ride on let alone judge the state condition it was in. We were rushed onto</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Morro-de-S-o-Paulo/blog-696152.html</link>
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                    <title>Itacare  Beautiful Bahian Beach Town</title>
                    <description>Our introduction to the hostel was pretty nonchalant. A girl named Deb from England greeted us asked our names and showed us our room. Never did she ask for or write down our passport and basic info like every other hostel had done. The room was pretty standard a lofty 4 bed dorm with rickity bunk beds loose lockers and a powerful fan. The ensuite bathroom was hilarious it was so small that </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Itacar-/blog-695632.html</link>
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                    <title>Travel Day  Salvador to Itacare</title>
                    <description>Before emabarking on our journey to Itacare I needed to take some money out to pay for the hostel. I had tried 3 banks the previous day to no avail so I asked Inbal where a particular bank was that I knew would accept my card. He asked a few local friends and told me it was through a bad neighborhood but he would take me on his motorcycle if I wanted. 10 minutes later I was holding on strong to </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Itacar-/blog-695627.html</link>
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                    <title>Salvador  Intro to Brazil</title>
                    <description>Our transition from Patagonia up to Brazil wasn39t exactly smooth sailing. The flight El Calafate to Buenos Aires was delayed 6 hours which allowed copious amounts of Gin Rummy to be played. Even once we finally landed in Buenos Aires we weren39t allowed to leave the plane due to wind and rain on the tarmac. I swear the crew at EZE airport have no idea how to handle unfavorable weather. A</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Brazil/Bahia/Salvador/blog-693450.html</link>
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                    <title>El Chalten</title>
                    <description>The 3 hour bus ride from El Calafate to El Chalten was a gorgeous drive. Between glaciers Lago Argentina wildlife and the approaching mountains peaking through the rain clouds I knew we were heading the right way. I just hoped the clouds would disperse enough for us to see the magnificence of Fitz Roy and other iconic Andean landmarks. Chloes bites were becoming an issue and traveling to ano</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Santa-Cruz/El-Chalten/blog-689647.html</link>
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                    <title>El Calafate</title>
                    <description>We embarked on our 20 hour bus ride from Puerto Madryn to El Calafate at 7 pm. The double decker bus moved similar to a large boat swaying with the wind and road. Equipped with our iPods and semicamas large seats reclining 150 degrees with a legrest we bounced along sleeping for about 7 hours through the night. As a girl who is slightly closterphobic and hates to not have control of her tran</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Santa-Cruz/El-Calafate/blog-689616.html</link>
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                    <title>Puerto Madryn</title>
                    <description>As we got off the plane in Trelew we were greeted by high gusts of hot wind and views of endless pampas. Pampas are dry grasslands almost SW desertlike that make up nearly the entirety of Patagonia save the southern tip of Ushuaia and the Andes mountain range. Riding the hour long shuttle from Trelew to Puerto Madryn we began to ask ourselves why are we here We asked the same question agai</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/South-America/Argentina/Chubut/Puerto-Madryn/blog-685702.html</link>
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