Blogs from South America - page 4845

Happy New Year!!! If I could wish one thing for each of you it would be that your year would be filled with joy!! Joy is not confined to situations and circumstances like happiness, but rather previls in all things. Joy comes from God. For some of you it manifests itself best when you are doing the things you love, the things GOD made you to do. It may be riding on a wave in the ocean (jeremy), or dancing on a stage (ashley), or playing baseball.... My prayer is that you all would one day be set free with the ability to be joyful. Psalm 33 is an incredible psalm. I have been mesmorized by it many times in the past, and was drawn to it again recently. Hope you enjoy it!! Psalm 33 1 ... read more

Si fuese posible pedirle a Dios que nos vuelva a reunir algún día, ten por seguro que subiría a la montaña más alta para hablarle al oído Así fue que luego de pasar mi última Navidad con mi abuela, acordamos que llegaría a Machu Pichu, donde le pediría a Dios que la volviese a reunir con mi abuelo. Con bastantes lastres en mi corazón, fui haciendo mi camino, peregrinando sin saberlo.....cuzco, zacsahuaman, ollaitantambo.. Entre tours, conversaciones, ruinas y mucha diversión...me encontré con las personas justas, que gentilmente me ayudaron a ir por el Camino del Inca de Dos Días, a través de la jungla, de la lluvia y las estrellas. El gran descanso y la noche del amor infinito de Aguas Calientes........para luego pasar a través de la Puerta del Sol, hacia el Huayna Pichu, saltar ... read more

Thursday 29th December 2005 So... the boat party. I have to say we were all a little disappointed. We left really late for starters. And then the boat was full of gringos. Drunk gringos by the end of things. We could´ve been in Ibiza or something. Oh, and it just went to 1 beach in the end, and the water was absolutely filthy. But the location was spectacular so we made the most of it. Oh, and on the gringos note, I seem to have found myself in a hostel where everyone has a similar dislike for the traditional English tourist! In the evening we decided to go to a club called Zero Zero. Apparently it´s where all the beautiful people go (and in this city, that´s quite a claim!). A Brazilian girl Paul knows claimed ... read more

I've decided to open the museum of blistered feet with my own feet as the key exhibit. I think at this point in time my feet are actually more blisters than skin, and I also think that my boots are somehow not going to find their way back to Australia. I used to love Scarpa boots, now I'd love to hire a terrorist to blow their factories up. However, I more than survived our five days walking the 'W' in Torres Del Paine, I loved it, we had near perfect weather the whole trip, the views were magnificent and it was another real highlight. I'm sure that there are hundreds of descriptions of the walk out there, so I won't bore anyone with details of the route other than to say that if I had taken ... read more

24.12.05 Gegen 08.00 Uhr stand ich auf. Draussen sass ein Tourist, der wartete bis seine zweitaegige Tour startet. Ich fing an, mich mit ihm zu unterhalten. Er meinte dann, ich koenne ja auch gleich mitkommen. Ich musste fuer die Tour einfach noch all mein Essen einkaufen und meine Sachen packen. Die Person der Reiseagentur meinte aber, es sei kein Problem. Er fuhr mich sogar gleich mit seinem Mofa zu einem Laden, wo ich alles einkaufen konnte. Zurueck im Hostal waren schon weitere Touristen versammelt und wir warteten nun alle, bis die Tour losging. Gegen 10.00 Uhr war es soweit. Ken war unser Guide. Unsere Gruppe bestand aus dem Slovenen Simen, dem Deutschen Philipp, der Franzoesin Carine, dem Belgier Jessie, dem Italiener Luca und mir. Also ganz kunterbunt gemischt, aber praktisch alle sprachen spanisch. Nur noch kurz ... read more

Happy New Year to y'all! A ridiculous o'clock alarm got us up and ready to leave Ushuaia for Puerto Natales. It was a lot of miles, consisting of mainly nothing. Not even roads - bumpy gravel - not ideal for sleeping. We stopped somewhere to swap buses, before embarking on a journey of more nothingness. It was amazing to see so much nothing; just flat, bare, windswept and barren land. The border crossing to Chile was just a couple of huts, 14km apart. It's hard to put into words how empty this part of the world is. 18 hours later, we arrived at Puerto Natales, a small town built mainly of corrugated iron and a questionable fashion sense. Fishnet gloves, anybody? We stayed at a fantastic hostel: Erratic Rock, owned by a couple of American expats. ... read more