Blogs from Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, Argentina, South America - page 9

Im a 21 backpaker from Israel, traveling since 20.1 and right now on Argentina, buenos aires. I have a diary and it told me to share our secret with the world so here I am. Always listen to your diary. Here is me img=https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xtp1/v/t1.0-9/13000353_10208320747832606_2662997841842347675_n.jpg?oh=08385daa08d28dca77a95a8ca02d6146&oe=57DA4C74&__gda__=1472785329_da142ce30d0b2ac53534b536540863bb... read more

10 years after my first time in Argentina I came back to this beautiful South American country. My first stop then was Buenos aires and now, in 2016, that was my first stop once again. I have traveled for 3 weeks, starting in the famous ski location and city of Bariloche in the West, following 3 more weeks of volunteering in Buenos Aires - throw a great and very well organized and managed local social organization called "voluntario global". *** In the pictures: Floralis Genérica, moving sculpture made by eduardo catalano in La Plaza de las Naciones Unida at Recoleta neighborhood, a very calm and beautiful plaza. Also, a very peaceful sticker at the first hostel I stayed in - "sabatico hostel". The sticker Is only one word in Hebrew, but it says so much - ... read more

The wind blows gently through the forest. Birds sing in the branches. Lush green mountain sides fade into snowy peaks, The trees get consumed by the high slopes. We are running. Higher and higher we run until the mountain stops. A towering peak soaring above the dark clouds. An incredible view - the end of the world and beyond. The dynamic path crumbles. Loose rocks dislodge beneath our feet. We stagger back down a narrow ridge. Misty and rainy. A river crossing, A muddy bank. Gnarly roots carpet The soggy ground In a woody tangle. The smell of autumn, The golden leaves, Wild mushrooms, The wilted remnants of a once-beautiful flower. Solitude is anywhere... An old bicycle is propped against a rusted railing. There are snakes on the rail, worn and bent, the iron, serpentine fence ... read more

Earlier in the week we were asked to complete a form electing the time that we wanted to disembark this morning. Gina had told us that she would meet us at the port in BA, but no one in the group could recall a time being mentioned. We discussed the completion of the form amongst ourselves and decided that we would all nominate to disembark during the earliest time slot between 8.15am and 8.45am. With nearly everyone leaving the ship in BA the Lido was chaotic as everyone tried to grab a quick breakfast before going ashore. We thought we were doing well as we returned to our stateroom at 7.55am to clean our teeth quickly and be ready for our groups disembarkation announcement expected at or soon after 8.15am. BUT they were running early and ... read more

After a final meeting in the morning it was time for me to check out of the hotel and head towards the ferry to Buenos Aires for a few days holiday before heading back to Australia. Whilst checking out I asked the hotel to book me a taxi to the port...and discovered that all taxis in Montevideo were on strike as a taxi driver had been shot in the poor area to the west of the city. The hotel told me the number of a bus which would drop me near the terminal so I headed off to the main street to wait.. After a decent wait the bus still hadn't arrived, but lots of others which had 'Ciudad Viaje' on the front had driven past. I walked to the next bus stop where there was ... read more