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Published: July 10th 2009
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where you can´t look up to admire the scenery because you have to look down, instead, to avoid stepping on dog crap. People love their dogs here, enough to take them out on their daily walks but seem forget to do something very vital for humanity....which is to pick up the damn Poo! It´s like walking in a mine field. Your neck gets tired of having your eyes glued to the sidewalks. Who wants to bring a new scent to the hostal?
But I´m not here to complain. Im supposed to spit out a few stories that i have remembered. Second attempt. Let´s see how this goes.
Chile´s undercover
Kat and I were staying in a ¨married with children¨ type hostal feel. Everyone from the ¨staff¨ was gone for the day. Where to? Who knows. But kat and I had the house (hostal) to ourselves. So being lazy, we walked around in our pajamas. No biggie. I was washing the dishes when the door bell rang. Since, noone was there to open the door. 3 men in walked in. All dressed in suits and in black. They came into the kitchen and asked for
the ¨Owner¨. I looked at myself, up and down, black long johns on, wool thermal shirt, no bra, crazy sleep hair and thought...¨how dare those men, interrupt my lazy day..come into the kitchen...ask me where is the owner when they know im just a backpacker¨. Their questions continued. ¨No, the owner is not here and we can not help you, please come back in the afternoon¨. They kept asking questions.
It went something like this:
Men in suits: ¨Where are you from¨
Me: ¨Houston¨
Men in suits: ¨Are you a student¨
Me: ¨Ha, no...I´m old, I graduated a long time ago, left my job to travel¨
Men in suits: ¨How long have you been traveling¨
Me: ¨äw, I don´t know, I lost track of time. I think I have been traveling four months now. This is strange. Why are you guys here , we told you the owner was not here¨ this whole time i was laughing because i was nervous.
Men in suits: ¨Where have you been¨.
I told them and made some jokes.
Men in suits: ¨How long have you been in chile¨.
Me: ¨aw, I don´´t know. Come on, who keeps track?¨...I
laughed.
Men in suits: ¨why do you laugh, you think this is funny¨.
Me: ¨Sure. Come on. YOu guys are all dressed in suits, im washing dishes in my pajamas.¨ I laughed.
Men in suits: ¨Show me your passaport¨
Me: ¨What?. No way. Who the hell are you¨.
¨We are the Chilean undercover investigators¨ they said as they took out their fancy shiney badges.
¨Ok¨...i laughed this time because i got nervous.
They looked at my passport and glanced thru my stamps. Counted how many months i had been in CHile.
Men in suits: ¨You know you can only stay in Chile 3 months¨
Me: ¨Yeeeeeees¨
Men in suits: ¨well, you only have 10 days left for your visa to expire. I sugggest you cross the border soon to get it stamped¨.
Me: ¨sure¨
After that, they saw no need to hassle us, so they left. Kat the whole time was nervous that I was going to get myself into trouble because I was not cooperating and keeping my damn mouth shut.
Hmmm. No more laughing at authority figures in suits.
Cordoba busses stop where?
I had decided to
go with my irish friend, Brandan, to La Cumbre. A few hours away. WE packed and set out to the bus terminal. Since it was close by to Fernanda´s apt (where we were staying at), Fernanada decided to walk us there. We trudged on with our heavy backs, while Ants in her pants ran to flag the bus for us. She finally flagged one that was taking off. We ran to catch it. Breathing heavy and ready to take off our packs, we payed. ¨How long to La cumbre¨, we asked the bus driver. ¨we are not going there. This bus is going to Valle De general belgrano¨. We saw Fernanda wave goodbye to us in the distance. ¨That lil shit...she knew we were not going there¨. ¨I told your friend where the bus was going¨ the bus driver excused himself. Back at the apt, the whole time, Fernanda kept talking about how we were not going to enjoy la cumber and how instead we should go to that other place near the mountains¨. I guess, we had no choice but to enjoy our time in el valle. We arrived and yep, it turned out to be grand. Awesome vistas
of mountains, we were in a german lil town, it was far aaway from the hustle and bustle. Sweet. The hostal was in a lil farm land. Horses roamed around freely. Score. I checked my email and a friend was asking to met up in buenos aires. Without thinking much, which I should have....I decided to leave the peace and quit for the city. I left belgrano and took the same bus back to Cordoba to take the buenos aires bus. I called fernanda to meet me at the bus terminal. Got on the bus. 2 hours i arrived. But wait. i was in a totally diff bus terminal. where the heck was I. This place was HUGE, tons of buses everywhere...it was not the puney lil one I had gone to origanlly. I ran like crazy to the bus company and asked them what was going on. ¨Mam, you had to tell the bus driver to drop you off at the other one¨...¨what? But thats not my problem...I boarded the bus over there why didnt they drop me off there, im just a toursist, how am i supposed to know, my friends are waiting for me at the other
place¨. ¨Sorry, but you can board the next bus in 30 min and it can get you there¨. ¨hell no¨...I left running like a crazy person in search of a cab....got on the cab and told him to race to the other terminal. With one hand occupied with a sandwhich, the taxi driver sped like crazy. WE arrived and my friends were not there. By now i had thought they left because they hadnt seen me, assumed i was at the other place and left to go in search of me. I asked the guys there to let me use their phone. ¨Gabriel, im here where are you guys¨. ¨Fernanda, ran to the other terminal and i came to the house thinking you might show up here, let me go pick u up¨.....he came and as we were walking back we ran into Fernanda. All this damn confusion just because i got off at the wrong terminal.
Ok, I can´t remember more stories. Ill keep racking my brain for more.
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