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Spending my rainy day in Vancouver learning about the formation...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 22:51:21 -0400

Spending my rainy day in Vancouver learning about the formation of the Grand Canyon…
I can’t help but wonder: of the millions who have visited the Grand Canyon, how many left knowing they just stared into the earth’s history at a gigantic scale. The rock at the bottom of the canyon is some of the oldest that can be seen by the human eye anywhere in the world! 1.84 billion years old, that is… Moving up the canyon wall we can see the sedimentary layers of rock. Each layer at one time a sea floor, desert, or river delta: distinct environments. billions of years were necessary to create this making it difficult for us short-lived humans to conceive.
Enjoy the video I took at Sunset March, 2013.

Home Base

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:07:16 -0500

Home Base

Home Base I love to be spontaneous. It ties in so naturaly with...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:02:02 -0500

Home Base
I love to be spontaneous. It ties in so naturaly with travel that the two go hand in hand. Many of my most memorable moments were lead by spontenaity. Instinct always plays an important role but doing something that might be considered ‘random’ can be pretty energizing. That’s how i ended up here in Vancouver. 6 years ago I bought a one way ticket and flew out here. I think I was searching for a warmer climate, but got so much more.

Rockefeller, NYC

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 15:06:10 -0400

Rockefeller, NYC

I had one of ‘those moments’ in Jasper National Park...

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 01:32:15 -0400

I had one of ‘those moments’ in Jasper National Park today. Walked up to the base of Mt Edith Cavell and stood below the Angel Glacier. Our guide told us to find a rock to sit and stop taking photos for 5 minutes. This place has that energy that can not be described. It doesn’t look real…it makes you feel like a tiny spec in time and space.

Looking through pics on my phone & can’t believe I...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 20:03:39 -0400

Looking through pics on my phone & can’t believe I stood there. (Taken with Instagram)

On the road again… I’m grateful to have a job I...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:01:31 -0400

On the road again…
I’m grateful to have a job I love. Not everyone can say that. It’s times like today in Lake Louise when I realize why I do this. Canada is an easy sell and even though I have been to the Rockies countless times, it still takes my breath away. I urge people from this country to get out and explore it! Check out your own backyard next time you have the chance to get away.
PROUD TO BE CANADIAN!

I love this place like no other…

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 02:26:59 -0400

I love this place like no other…

Inka Trail 4 day Trek to Machu Picchu

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 00:43:40 -0400

We live in a beautiful world.

It’s true. This place is off the hook! If only we could all open our eyes to it. Traveling is not for everyone, I get that, but as long as you realize there are places that would take your breath away that should be enough. Or just appreciate what’s in front of you on a daily basis. The Inkas had it right. They worshipped mother nature. Heaven wasn’t a place up in the clouds, for them it was in every Orchid, tree, mountain and blade of grass. They studied the stars and could figure out when the rainy season would come and what needed to be done. If there was a natural disaster llamas and sometimes people were sacrificed. But they had everything they needed and were expanding as a culture very fast until the Spanish arrived and destroyed it all.

From March 7 for the next 4 days I got to see what is left over along the Inka Trail 500 years after the Spanish arrived. I pushed myself. Not just physically, that I saw coming… Well maybe I didn’t quite grasp the idea of trekking over 2 mountain passes in one day until the 2nd morning when I was over 13000 feet above sea level at Dead Women’s Pass in the Andes knowing after lunch the second Pass would bring us into the high altitude Amazon jungle. Physically I was totally pushed to the limit, but this trek was unlike anything I’ve done before.

The night before the trek we had a briefing. That’s where we met our guide Marco and his assistant Wilburt (who quickly was given the title Big Willy). I also met the other trekkers there were 16 of us! Other Canadians, Americans, Aussies, and couple guys from Pakistan. Marco told us a bit of what to expect each day then we were given the good news that tomorrow morning the bus would leave from the square in Cuzco near the Llama Path office (that’s the trek company I went with) at 4:30am. So it begins….

I went back to the hostel to pack up. I stored most of my stuff there and just brought what I needed to walk in for 4 days. Plus rain gear etc.

The way it works is along with the 16 of us there is a team of porters (21 of them plus a chef) they carry all the tents and camping gear plus a small duffle bag for each of us. The rangers were quite strict that each porter could carry 25kilos max. During the day we just had to carry a day pack. These guys were machines. Their uniform was red so we called them the Red Army. They would always trek ahead setting up at the lunch stop then passing us on the trail, we would arrive at the campsite and all our tents plus the big dinning tent would be set up! The chef busy preparing dinner. Same thing in the Morning. After breakfast we set off and at some point along the trail we would stop to let the Red Army pass. They were amazing, I don’t know how they did it. My kind of camping though:)

The Red Army (and the trekkers sitting in front)

I made sure to have the longest hottest shower possible before I went to bed that night.

When I found the square in the dark At 430am on day 1 the bus was there and the porters were collecting the duffle bags we were given. They were pouring hot Coca tea. For centuries in Peru the people have been chewing and drinking the Coca leaves. It gives you power. ;) Also helps with altitude sickness. Marco, our guide, instructed us to buy the leaves to have on the trek. I did as I was told!! But that reminds me to make sure that there aren’t any left in any pockets before I try to get back into Canada. Not sure that would go over so well.

The bus drove about an hour and a half to our breakfast stop. Our last un included meal for the next few days. We got our coca leaves here and also some kind of black paste Marco said to buy. You wrap about 8 leaves around a chunk of the paste before you chew it. He said the paste “activates” the leaf haha. When in Rome…

We drove a bit further to KM 82 where the entrance and checkpoint for the Inka Trail is located. We showed them our passports and Inka trail passes (my pass said my nationality was Australian, but it didn’t seem to matter) they stamped us through and away we went! Day 1 we covered about 14kms and gained about 1900ft in elevation. We walked along and the scenery through the Andes was breathtaking. I got the same feeling many times during the trek that I sometimes get in the Canadian Rockies. The feeling is that in all of this I am about as big as a grain of sand. It always makes me smile and gives me a deeper appreciation for our planet. Then somewhere along the way that first morning we saw our first Inka ruins. We stopped and Marco shared his knowledge -very passionately I might add. The Inkas were incredible. Building these sites used as temples, places to study the stars or for them the most important -agriculture. The king Pachacuti was considered the most influential. Credited for expanding the culture all over South America and he had a plan. To move up! They were moving up, literally, higher and higher into the mountains that they worshiped. The sites had rows of terraces built literally along the side of the mountain. They were acclimatizing the food!! It blows my mind. You look at these ruins and they didn’t flatten sections of the mountain to build them, they integrated there structures (and lives) into the mountain. Like it was an extension of the mountain rather then hey let’s just flatten this chunk and build here. Insane. There were so many equally amazing ruins along the way to the most famous Machu Picchu.

Anyway we continued until we saw the Red Army set up for lunch. The food was incredible. How that chef could make meals like that was beyond me. Marco told us at the briefing if we were doing this trek to loose weight we chose the wrong company. Every meal had multiple courses and the food was great. I think that first lunch was soup, veggies , trout etc. Everything came out on big platters and was served family style which the 16 of us were quickly becoming:) After lunch a few hours (up) and we arrived at our first campsite called Ayapata (3300m/10829ft) Every day around 5:30pm around the time we arrived at the campsite we had ‘happy hour’ before dinner. Coco tea, Milo, Coffee, popcorn and other snacks. We all sat in the big tent and chatted about the trek, where we were from, what we did. It was amusing. The group was cool and diverse. We all felt comfortable right away. We were strangers 12 hours ago but we were sharing an experience not many can say they have.

After dinner we were stuffed. And went to bed around 830pm. Marco said the first day is the hardest since we were all running on no sleep. I beg to differ. Our wake up for the morning was 5:30am and the trek On Day 2 was hell haha.

At 5:30am a couple porters knocked on the tent and had mugs of hot coco tea delivered to the tent. Then a couple minutes later there was a basin with hot water and a cloth placed outside the tent. We gathered our stuff rolled up our sleeping bags and made our way for breakfast. One morning crepes with fruit, another scrambled eggs, there was pourage, bread and jam. To be honest it was so early every morning that breakfast was kinda a blur. Day 2 was the day we covered the two mountain passes. It was crazy. It made the Grouse Grind in Vancouver look like a cake walk. Everyone went at there own pace but we gathered at the top of the first Dead Women’s Pass (4200m/13779ft) the highest I’ve ever been (I’m not referring to the coca leaves, although they got me through it :) for me what makes that altitude so crazy is that, from my tours in Canada, I know (and have seen many times) the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies Mt. Robson which is 3954m/12972ft there I am walking around 1000ft higher then the peak of Mt. Robson -so cool. When I made it to the top the few ahead of me cheered me on as I breathlessly forced my legs to take the final steps. It was an accomplishment! Been walking 4 hours UP. We had quite a while to wait for the others. Maybe the altitude was getting to us! We took crazy photos and tried to stay warm.

Dead Women’s Pass 13779ft people were doing MJ poses. I couldn’t resist.

We are M&Ms

The climb we was so hot and sweaty, then you stop and it got chilly fast. The rain came and the ponchos came out! When we were all assembled it was a few hours to lunch…..down. My legs felt like spaghetti noodles for the first bit. The walking stick I hired was very useful going down. It rained a lot. But I made it to lunch. It was a good rest before the second pass. At the top of that one Marco got us to make a circle, hold hands, and chant ‘Hy Ee, Hy Ee, Hy Ee’ releasing our hands in the air the third chant. I have no clue what it translates to but he said it was to praise the incredible mountains and nature around us. I had a moment for sure and felt motivated for the next couple hours down to the campsite. There were also some awesome ruins we visited just before we arrived at the campsite. 16kms, 2 Mountain Passes we were now in what is considered High Altitude Amazon jungle. There was Bamboo growing and definitely different vegetation from where we woke up. The campsite was called Chaquicocha (3600m/11800ft) it was Happy hour, dinner, bed at 9pm. But after dinner Marco started talking about some of the mysteries surrounding the Inkas. There are many. The sheer knowledge they had for the constellations and the abilities to build structures that reflected them. They were huge in to astronomy. And the symbol for knowledge was the snake. Therefore the important Astronomers were decorated with symbols of the snake. Guess what the Spanish thought of that when they invaded?? To them Snake=Evil not knowledge so they were killed immediately. All the knowledge the Inkas had would be lost forever. We may never know how they were able to understand what they did so long ago. What doesn’t help is that they didn’t write. They used a Quipu which was a system of knots using llama or alpaca hair to spread information to each other. It was all very fascinating listening to Marco each day. It just brought so many questions. As we were getting closer to Machu Picchu I started thinking about it. They are quite certain Machu Picchu was a secret place for the kings top astronomers and other VIPs. The Spanish never found it. It wasn’t even discovered until 1911 by American Hiram Bingham. He found a couple hundred skeletons, almost all women. So they say the princesses and other women were sent there from Cuzco when the Spanish invaded. The women weren’t farmers and knew nothing about agriculture and starved. Some say yellow fever. I read about all this months ago. Marco said there was an author who had a stupid theory that Machu Picchu was a whorehouse for the King and his top people. I went to bed thinking If the Inkas didn’t write who actually knows?! How can they be certain of any of it. It was an amazing feeling to sleep there amidst it all and then by day be walking in the footsteps of this mysterious culture.

Day 3 we got to sleep in till 6am! Because we did both mountain passes the day before (most companies only do one) it meant today we would do our 3rd mountain pass (3680m/12073ft) be at our campsite for lunch. It was a walk in the park compared to the other days. We saw some orchids and stopped to marvel at the trail itself. The Inkas building a wall to support it on the side of the mountain.

Amazing Inka Trail stairs, and sometimes the odd tunnel

How’d they build this!!! Patience I guess. It was up for the first part of the morning then down hundreds maybe thousands of stairs. We stopped at some more ruins incredible terraces like giant stairs on the mountain. The weather was good. The views of the valley were insane. No wonder they built here, I thought. If they worshipped mother nature they didn’t have to look too far to feel her presence. It sounds cheesy, but just as we stepped off the path to the archeological site there were amazing butterflies everywhere. Light blue on the top of there wings and yellow underneath. When the flew it looked like they changed color with every flap. It was amazing. You couldn’t help feeling the energy in these places. It was all around me…

When I thought the day couldn’t get any better, after arriving at the camp we had lunch, I had the best ciesta (it must have been because Dayna in the tent next to me said i was snoring quite loudly) then we met Marco who took us 10 minutes from the camp to Winay Huayna (also the name of the campsite) another Inka archeological site. It kinda cleared up so we could really see the mountains, valley, and the “Sacred River” way down below. There were water falls. It was basically just our group there. Marco did his explanation then we explored on our own. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. In that moment I was just so happy to be there. So grateful. I thought of the thousands of people who visit Machu Picchu by bus and train every day, and how much they miss by not doing the trek. Again I looked at the site. At the terraces, the infrastructure, the water irrigation system (that was still functioning) it was mind blowing. The place was huge. I think Marco said Machu Picchu was 5x bigger!! Guess I’ll see tomorrow.

Tonight was our last supper! It was Jude’s bday and at happy hour we couldn’t believe it when a huge cake iced and all was brought out to the tent with all the porters singing. If I wasn’t amazed by the chef before….

We had another incredible meal then it was time to say goodbye to the porters. We would see them in the am, but it would be very early and they had to catch a train back to Cuzco right after they packed up the site. How early??? Well this is Machu Picchu. There are control gates near the campsite then an hour long trek to the Sun Gate where we would get our first glimpse of Machu Picchu. The normal wake up time is 3:30am but at dinner we agreed that we wanted to be the first group through the gate (plus we would have shelter to wait under if it was raining) then Marco suggested we wake up at3:00am. That was that! Bedtime!

Day Four 3am came too soon. In the dark I threw myself together, went to the bfast tent (even though my body did not know what to do with breakfast at 3am) ate something and then we all made our way to the control gate with flashlights. Our plan worked. We were the first there. We just had to wait an hour and a half for the gate to open… Finally it did. We showed our pass and we were on a mission. Get to the Sun Gate. My legs were sore and tired but they wouldn’t stop. I was moving! It got lighter outside. As I walked I thought wow your going to be at Machu Picchu today! After all the planning, reading, photos I’d seen - I was excited! I was near the front of the group too, and I suddenly thought of this blog post I read about a guy who claimed to be the 1st to lay eyes on Machu Picchu in 2012. Through a series of events he was let through the control gate someone ahead of him then they stopped to fix their pack or something then it was just him and he saw it first. I thought about him on this trail, and then it started happening. A few people ahead of me stopped to take off their rain ponchos, then someone stopped for a breather. Because I thought of that man, I just couldn’t stop! It was kind of funny…and stupid. Suddenly there were what felt like a million steps (mini Inka Ruin steps I might add) my heart was pounding I was sweating. Was it even 6am? I kept going Jake was ahead of me and I wanted to yell out are we there yet?? Could he see anything? Cause I was about to pass out! Then suddenly there it was. I wasn’t 1st but I figure probably the 3rd person to lay eyes on Machu Picchu on March 10, 2012. Haha still pretty cool. It was pretty far down. Another 40 minutes probably. When we were all gathered by that time lots of other groups had reached the Sun Gate.

Still the buses and train loads of people wouldn’t start arriving for another hour or 2. We got closer and then I got that surreal feeling I always get when I’ve seen hundreds of pictures of something and then I’m actually standing there. I got the same feeling the first time I saw Times Square, Sydney harbor, the White House, the Hollywood Sign, the Colosseum in Rome, and many iconic things I’ve seen photos of gives me a weird feeling when I’m actually there. For a couple hours we walked around the site with Marco, checking out some of the important temples. It was fascinating and huge! Then the crowds started arriving. The ‘train people’, I thought. They were everywhere by 10am. Some dressed up looking nice meanwhile I hadn’t showered in 4 days. I felt like they didn’t deserve to be there. I know it’s horrible… But the best was a conversation I over heard down near the entrance where people get off the bus. There was a private guide with a young family. A couple of kids probably late teens early 20s. I was walking by slowly and heard their guide say “now this first part is going to be the hardest. We have to go up some stairs for about 7 minutes to get to the actual site of Machu Picchu.” they were clutching their water bottles and he reassuringly told them “you can do it!” they nodded… In that moment (after I literally burst out laughing) I felt a real since of accomplishment. Machu Picchu was incredible but the trek on the Inka trail was a unique experience that has given me a stash of memories that I can access for the rest of my life. I thought how great it would be if you could only visit Machu Picchu if you did the trek like the other archeological sites I saw. But maybe not. Maybe if everyone on the planet had the opportunity to see something so beautiful and learn about a culture that wasn’t power hungry and had a deeper appreciation for nature then we will ever know, maybe then the world could change for the better.

Some time in Brazil.

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 22:11:00 -0500

Rio feels like it was an absolute whirlwind. My first impression was the 2 hour bus ride to Ipanema. I should have taken a cab from the airport but it was so cheap and recommended by my buddy in Buenos Aires. The traffic was nuts. When we had a bit of a clearing the driver took advantage and I thought I was on a plane ready for take off.. Until I was jerked to a stop. I felt bad for the people who didn’t have seats. Right away you could tell the city was preparing for something huge. Stages were being built. Fencing was winding around the streets wrapping itself around monuments, protecting sculptures and gardens from the mayhem. Eventually we made it and I found the hostel which was also getting ready in its own way… Carnival events were posted on bright Bristol board all over the walls and there was an open bar… It was chaos lol I don’t know how to describe it. Carnival was total drunken chaos haha

no shortage of beer…

The street parties or “blocos” as they’re are referred to happen everywhere all times of the day. If you can find it, or don’t get distracted or stuck in another party somewhere. People were in outrageous costumes dancing, chanting/singing-ish and making out with everyone.

The first Bloco I went to I noticed it - I was with a few people from the hostel and a local which was helpful - we were in the middle of hundreds of people samba music playing cold beer in our hands. I took a moment and glanced at the countless faces around me. I noticed every single person as far as I could see was smiling. This is carnival!

And it didn’t stop. It was an endurance test… All day all night. Day after day. I got a cheap ticket last minute to go to the famous Sambadrome. This complex hosts around 100 000 people and it’s where the parades happen. It was insane! All the people chearing on their favourite Samba schools. Somewhere in there I turned 28 - there was a crazy pop music dj dance party on the beach and I decided that was my bday party. It was epic.

I have to admit by the end of it I couldn’t wait for it to be over, and when it was I got to see the real Rio.

Cleaning the streets after Carnival

It’s such a naturally beautiful city that getting to a view point like the tram cable cars up Sugar Loaf Mt. it takes your breath away.

Fun in the sun! Rio was crazy and I needed an escape. A few friends were talking about this Island and it sounded heavenly. The joy of traveling - I just left the next day. The only thing was online none of the sites were were showing any availability on Ilha Grande. But I know they only release a certain number of spots to those sites so I just decide to wing it.

I got of the boat transfer and walked the beach going door to door. No Vacancy. I was getting desperate and finally went into more of a hotel then a hostel and still nothing. I was walking away when I heard ‘wait’ the man I asked who owns the hotel said he has a friend who has a place up in the hill that he might rent out. He said it’s very different. He said he would call his friend if I wanted to take a look. When you travel you hope for this to happen. You wait for these moments where you get to experience something authentic, not printed in a guide book, real. and in this case personal mind body and soul rejuvenation.

washing clothes in the bathtub with water that ran down from the mountain

I will never forger this place on the island. How I ended up there. Pure luck. The peace. I read The Hunger Games. The lush jungle surrounding it. The giant lizard that visited daily. The hummingbirds. The orange cat. The huge bugs. Painting. Just sitting looking and listening. Napping in hammocks. The banana trees. I want to go back.

Last day in Buenos Aires 14.02.2012

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 10:07:20 -0500

Here are a few picks from BA. The post was in my drafts.. I forgot to put it up!

As my month in Buenos Aires wraps up - I am writing on Valentines day (my last day here) realizing I am have totally fallen in love, and I just don’t know how I’m going to make a long distance relationship with BA work ;)

La Boca!

how much is that doggy…..?

I have met some pretty cool people here. It was EXACTLY what I wanted out of this month and more. People along the way have asked me why I chose to come to Buenos Aires. I wanted to basically stay put for a month in a city I knew nothing about- Just get an apartment and become a temporary local. The apartment and location turned out to be ideal. It dawned on me that over the past decade my place here in BA is my first apartment on my own!

view from my rooftop.

Getting to know the city more and more each day has been the best part. Discovering a new street, cafe, park…It has been one of the most personally rewarding travel experiences. I have had lots of time to reflect. The only distractions were brought on myself. I feel so grateful for the opportunities I have had. I am looking forward to the next half of my adventure, but I am truly going to miss Buenos Aires.

My last day I spent in my neighbourhood: Palermo Chico. I’ll miss the Cafe con Leche & Medialunas. I’ll miss Park Las Heras…where all walks of life come to chill and juggle, there’re tightrope walkers, dog walkers, lovers kissing, circles of ‘pot’ smokers, folks flying from silks in the trees. I sat there and did this silly water color:

Happy Valentines Day…

Now time to pack for RIO!

There is Solitude in Loneliness:

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:56:02 -0500

I can’t believe the month has gone as fast as it did. It has truly been such an incredible experience living in a place I knew very little about, and not knowing a single soul. I feel like I have gone through waves of emotions… as you do when you have no one around to distract you. (Unless you want to). That reminds me of my friend I met here:

For a few days I was hanging out with an Argentinian guy who doesn’t speak any english….. at all. Which, in a sense, is exactly what I needed. Before I got here I had it in my head that I would be able to learn some Spanish and maybe take a course. Well, for some strange reason I haven’t felt the desire to spend my days sitting in a classroom! So it’s been great hanging out with him. Cafes, restaurants, walking around the zoo, going to amazing clubs. Thank god for Google Translate. Seriously…

So much fun! But I cherish my time alone! I look forward to it! hah I know that sounds strange, but for me that was one of the big draws for doing this. No phone ringing, no schedule to follow, no routine, no plan, no events. There were many days I had no clue what I was going to do, but I would get dressed and then walk out the door and once on the street I would decide whether to turn right or left. I wanted to feel lonely. I have this amazing book called The Tao of Travel (thanks dad) and in it, one of my favourite bits, says how traveling with your friend, boyfriend, wife, whoever is like those ornaments with two birds in a glass dome! Together you are too much of a self-contained world for the rest of the world to be able to penetrate! -Isn’t that true? You’re not vulnerable. It makes it hard to meet people and have your own unique personal experiences.

I know lots of people who couldn’t handle it. Going to a bar or club alone, sitting having coffee or dinner alone, getting lost alone, on a park bench alone and, yes, many times (including the other day at the Japanese Garden I sat and people watched looking over at that red bridge for about an hour) I thought ‘hmm this is amazing, it would be nice to have someone to share it with!’ Be it a red bridge, a beautiful building, a plaza, a painting, a street… etc… But I remind myself that it’s part of the experience I was looking for. I take comfort thinking, perhaps, that if I were traveling with someone else, that person would have found the red bridge boring and would have wanted to move after 5 minutes! haha

Now if you are reading this and have traveled with me I want to express that this is simply what I am getting out of THIS particular adventure… that’s all… I feel like I’ve grown. I’ve enjoyed and lived in the moment and will continue to do so.

Cafe Tortoni

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 19:05:19 -0500

As an avid coffee drinker it wouldn’t be right not to mention this place. It’s totally on the tourist trail, and marked on every map but Cafe Tortoni is the oldest cafe in Buenos Aires. It was founded in 1858 and seriously if those walls could talk! They would tell stories of the poets and playwrights that frequented. Jorge Louis Borges use to hang out at the cafe! The history book on BA that I’m reading explains how it is still the most prestigious literary cafe still standing in the city. There are paintings hung everywhere and busts of some of the famous people who have visited.

The cafe still hosts literary events and Tango shows. (Carlos Gardel - very well known Tango singer - performed at Tortoni) I sat for what I thought was 30 minutes only to realize almost an hour and a half had gone by!

It’s located in the downtown core (Microcentro) so I saw men in swanky suits coming in and, of course as I mentioned, many flashes from the tourists all enjoying a good cup of coffee.

Pics from may day in Tigre, Argentina.

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:35:53 -0500

me on the boat!

riverside walk

Tigre Art Museum

Pics from may day in Tigre, Argentina.

Today for 2.70 ARS (0.62 CAD) ROUND TRIP! I took the train north...

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:10:00 -0500

Today for 2.70 ARS (0.62 CAD) ROUND TRIP! I took the train north out of Buenos Aires for 45 minutes to Tigre. It was an amazing escape from the congestion & noise that I’ve grown to love here in BA. Tigre is on the Parana Delta and tons of people go on vacation here in the summer. I was amazed on my boat tour by the web of waterways with houses, cabins, & campgrounds all built right on the waters edge.

Quieter times in BA

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:18:44 -0500

(This photo is from Plaza de Mayo - Downtown in the heart of the city)

I was thinking about how I wanted to post some pics of all the green spaces in this city. There are countless plazas and parks dotted throughout. Then the other day I honestly had a moment in one of them that I’ll never forget. It’s going to sound cheesy, but I seriously felt an amazing energy Sunday evening. It was a part of Buenos Aires that I’ve been waiting to feel since I arrived and it was completely by chance. What I mean is the ‘vibe’ of a place. New York does it for me and has from the first time my parents brought me there 15 years ago. I’ve always felt it in Montreal during the summer. And now Buenos Aires does it for me too…

So first of all, these parks played an important role in deciding which part of the city I wanted to live in for the month. I chose my apartment largely due to the fact that it was a block away from Park Las Heras. That’s where I sometimes hang out, read, people watch, sunbath, cut across to get to the subway ect… Sunday night I was cutting through to get to a pool party at the Axel Hotel (that’s a whole other story). Needless to say I was late for the party because as I was walking towards the park and (practically from my front door) I could hear drumming. When I got closer to the park there were people everywhere. Laying on blankets, eating, sipping wine. Kids and dogs were playing. A hot and humid summer evening.

I followed the noise to the drum circle and noticed people doing silks from the trees on my way there. It was kinda surreal. Not unlike the Tam Tam’s on Sunday in Montreal! People just hanging out enjoying each other and the park. I felt the soul of the city. Corny enough the parks are essentially the lungs of any city, and that night I could feel it breathing.

I’m definitely a city guy however tt’s ironic that my favourite part of most cities are the green spaces that are not city like at all. Stanley Park, Mount Royal, Central Park. I guess you need a spot to chill every now and then.

These are a few more pics from some other quieter areas I...

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:17:57 -0500

Paddle boats - Parque 3 de Febrero

Rose Garden

Parque 3 de Febrero

Plaza Lavalle

These are a few more pics from some other quieter areas I discovered in Buenos Aires

Let this video load fully so you can see the guy with the red...

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 20:42:51 -0500

Let this video load fully so you can see the guy with the red silks do his trick at the end! (Sorry bad quality - I took it with my phone).

Park Las Heras, Buenos Aires.

I Wander.

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 22:07:00 -0500

Walking is the best way to see any city. Buenos Aires is a city to be explored by foot. My shoes were brand new when I arrived a week ago, and already the heel is worn down. You have to watch where you step here. The sidewalks can be narrow. There are missing pieces and gaping holes. It’s summer here and it’s very humid. Thousands of air conditioning units running full blast dripping water on the sidewalks below. Garbage is collected everyday! (instead of once or twice a week, like other cities). Evidently, I don’t think that picking up after your dog is an enforced rule either! (And there are LOTS of dogs… I will try and get a pic of one of the professional dog walkers. Some with 8-10 dogs on leashes). Yes there are obstacles, but the more you walk - the more you see.

Sometimes walking with no purpose is the way to go… It’s the best way to figure out the labyrinth of streets. Remembering the names is also kinda tricky. In a way I like New York for the simplicity of it’s numbered grid. I’ve googled street names and learned they are named after writers, painters, scientists. They are all about the Argentine history. Also, Interestingly, I am reading a book about the cultural history of BA and the names of the streets are constantly changing! Must be annoying, but it’s kinda out with the old in with the new I guess. So far I’ve found some pretty awesome cafes doing that. And the other day when I came on to Avenida 9 De Julio my jaw dropped. I heard about this one in guide books. It’s said to be the widest boulevard in the world. 7 lanes in each direction plus 4 more each way on parallel side streets!! In the middle stands the Obelisco (its a rather phallic monument for BA’s 400th birthday in 1936 lol)

So I wander by day, and taxi by night. Taxis are super cheap here, and since BA’s has a bit of a reputation for muggers it’s the safest bet. (Knocking on my wooden desk that I never have to blog about such an experience). A big shout out to my friend Fernando (English teacher from Mendoza here on vacation) who I met on the weekend. He taught me how to give directions to my apartment in perfect spanish to the cab drivers. I am finishing my 3$ bottle of delicious red and heading out. In Buenos Aires they have dinner at 11pm. The restaurants are empty at 8:00pm. You can’t go to a Club before 2am. (unless you want to be the first one there). It’s a city for night owls, like me! Buenos Noches!

Dancing in the streets! Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:43:31 -0500

Dancing in the streets! Buenos Aires, Argentina.