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This is a post from 5, October, 2005.What does every traveler want at the end of a long day of driving, biking, hiking, and touring ( Read more... )

This post is from 5 October, 2005

Next on the tour was Parque Nacional Ischigualasto, nicknamed Valle de la Luna, the park I really wanted to see.

This land was perfect for preserving and fossilizing stuff centuries ago, and we saw examples right off the bat.


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This is a post from 5 October, 2005.From Mendoza I took a bus to Valle Fertil -- this little town would get me close to Ischigualasto National Park, which I really wanted to see. When I arrived in Valle Fertil, the guy who was supposed to pick me up, Christobal, was not there. There was another guy who picked up three other backpackers, and tried ( Read more... )

Chilling IntroductionWhat better introduction to the largest waterfalls in South America than to view them by the light of a huge, just waning moon ( Read more... )

Vlad and I met up in Buenos Aires three days ago. Yay!

We leave this evening for Puerto Iguazu. As long as we do nothing for the next three hours, we will leave Buenos Aires having succeeded in visiting the city twice and not seen a single sight.

I guess we will just have to come back some day.
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It is sooo hot in the North! I am in Jujuy, staying with the most lovely family. No time to post, though.

I hope to have some time to catch up when I get to Salta. So much to tell!
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For all you lovely folks who are worrying so much about me, I might be offline for a couple days. I'm going to a small town with crappy internet, and I'll be on an excursion tomorrow.

I'll be back in a few days at the latest! :)
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...Mendoza. (since I can't put the names of places in my title or Vlad will see them and know where I am ( Read more... )

I went to the post office to send some cards. I stood in a very long line.

The line inched forward slowly.

After about five minutes, during which I had shuffled forward a few paces, a man in a uniform walked up to me. Señora, blah-blah-blah... he said, as he beckoned for me to follow him ( Read more... )