Let´s go to another place. The girls are not beautiful here. The words reminded me of those I´d heard a few years earlier. Like Erol before him, Fernando was right. The hookers in this place were the ugliest I´d seen in my life. You should pay me 200 Reais if you want me to sleep with me, I joked with them, but there was truth in the matter. Why anyone would want to pay for their services was beyond me. The night had started out promising. Getting into Sao Paulo after an all-night bus journey I was in dire need of [View Full Entry]

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The conductor pulled out his phone card, dialled the number on the pamphlet asked for directions and put us on the next bus going that way. It took us a moment to process what had just transpired before I remembered...this is Brazil, the land where the people you meet will either kill or rob you or become your best friend. Well, I´m still alive, have yet to be robbed and my list of best friends just keeps growing. It had been a rather arduous trip. Brazilian buses were not up to their Argentinian or Chilean counterparts. Eighteen hours on a Marcopolo [View Full Entry]

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She shoved her tongue down her partners throat and was met with hers. Their arms interlocked, groping eacheather's bodies and driving them into a frenzy. Then they began playfighting, taunting eachother and passing out slaps. Two minutes later the whole process was repeated. They had been putting on this spectacle for all to see for the last few hours. The Argentinian border police were taking an unusually long fiesta and the two girls, bored, dumb and British were merely acting out their childish fantasies. We had long since had enough. A border policeman showed his face and the waiting crowd [View Full Entry]

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A three night stay had turned into ten. The city had a hold on me. I had already had to change hostel once but that was not an issue. If I did not leave BA now, I would miss out on the wildlife down south. The crowds of partygoers I had been mingling with in the clubs of Palermo would soon go on vacation and Patagonia would turn into a circus. It was time to pack my bags and leave. Las ballenas no estan mas aqui. The whales are not here anymore. Those were not really the words I was looking [View Full Entry]

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Pssst! Hola muchachos, quieren las tarjetas? Michael and I had been milling about for what seemed like ages. The stadium was full to the brim, the crowds outside were thinning out and we had all but given up on getting some tickets. Then from just behind us somebody finally said the phrase we had been hoping to hear. Hey, guys, do you want tickets? That was it, we were in. Boca Juniors : Velez Sarsfield would become a reality. Passing the rows of police, stepping over puddles of urine and dodging any opponent's supporters that dared to be out on their [View Full Entry]

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There comes a time in every person's life when you have to look back upon what you have achieved and evaluate what you have done. Wake up in the morning and ask yourself if you enjoyed the previous day, week or even the last month. Did you really or are you just going through the motions? People are different. Some like security, some are tied down by family and some are just plain adventurous. Since I'll be spending the next two years traversing South America and Asia, you could place me in the latter category. But why quit your job and [View Full Entry]

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