Blogs from Tucumán, Argentina, South America - page 2

Disco in Tucuman...... read more

It has been forty one hours since my last entry. Things have not gotten much better. I was on the last bus for twenty two hours. I should restate my previous claim that the bus rides are less enjoyable--I do not enjoy them. I began the trip loving them. Now I am neutral. I do not yet hate them, but I am indifferent to them. Tucumán, or at leas the parts I saw, sucked. I walked through what seemed like borderline ghettos in search of any old hostel. The one I found was indeed old. There was no kitchen, no internet, and no major common room. I set out in search of food and internet. I needed to plan out my next move. I found neither. All I did manage to find was some dark streets ... read more

Almost a month after our departure, we are able to leave our clothes at a laundry. With other words, this was a city we wanted to stay in for more than one day. It's actually quite sad that the weather has prevented us from doing alot of the things we wanted to do in Argentina. The houses are not build for this cold, and the lack of warm water and heating indoors makes it quite dificult to enjoy this country. Of course, if you've got warm clothes there's no problem. People ask us all the time; but aren't you use to the cold, you're from Norway?! NO! Our coutry is not covered in snow, and there are no polar bears in the streets. Besides we've got quilts containing warm feathers.. So our first quest in this ... read more

Geo: -26.9468, -65.2857The sound of rain drumming on rooftops was drowned out this afternoon by the drumming of the Trabajadores de Augustin Tosco--the workers of Augustin Tosco marching slowly down the grey street below us. Soggy banners drooped above the soaked crowd as they moved peacefully through the sloppy afternoon.Tucuman is a city built on sugarcane and sugar makes for fabulous wealth while exploiting the poor, so we weren't surprised to see the march, but sad to know there's so much unrest in a country we love.We no sooner got into our room at the Gran Premier hotel in Tucuman than we heard loud drumming in the street below. The socialist party of Argentina was marching, A socialist party anyway--there's more than one. There wasn't a lot of passion displayed--they all looked wet and bored except ... read more

Our love affair suffered in this town. Our love affair with empanadas that is. We got a dozen to share in the park, only to discover they were full of rotten meat. Yummy.... read more