So the last time I saw an ocean it was the Pacific & was over a month ago (end of April) in Valparaiso, Chile. The time before that was watching the sunset in Lima, Peru in early March. But the last time I was in it, playing, enjoying was the Galapagos in February. That’s a long fucking time for someone who loves the water & is traveling South America. So while I’ve obviously enjoyed my trip (severe understatement), I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to craving & missing the ocean. That need was satiated a bit by Punta Del Este, Uruguay. “Punta” is Uruguay’s most famous beach resort & known as a glitzy & glamorous getaway for the Argentina & Brazil elite. Definitely not low key. My initial plan, before I was delayed by Patagonia, was to spend a couple days here then head North up Uruguay’s coast hitting smaller much more laid back beach towns including Punta Del Diablo – it just kinda sounds way more like my style. But by the time I was now hitting the Uruguayan coast, the hot temperatures were long gone. I still wanted to see it so I visited Punta Del Este in the low season & it was not so glitzy & glamorous. More like a ghost town with a pretty coastline. There weren’t so many tourists around. Many places were closed after the high season. Very little traffic on the streets. You know it’s dead when the town has decided to turn off all of the traffic lights in the city, forcing a yield at every intersection – although I don’t believe I ever saw a car having to use its brakes. But all of that means I simply enjoyed it probably way more than I would’ve in the high season when all the tourists would’ve annoyed the hell outta me. But it was nice to see & the beaches were stunning which only makes me excited for a future visit to Uruguay’s chill northern beaches. There’s one exception to my enjoyment… due to the temps, I of course was unable to play in the water so I only stayed 3 nights & kept myself busy & happy taking a borrowed bike to explore the coastline. But those waves & those beaches only made me more excited to head further north to Brazil in search of the heat.
The obligatory photo of the famous hand statue. That lady is a goner.
Get here quick as the neighborhood is clearly going to shit. I was riding my bike when I came across this & out of nowhere I just instinctively started booing & emphatically giving the universal thumbs down. I couldn’t help or control myself. It was as if I all of a sudden had a tangible target for my frustration, distrust & disgust with the US government. I think it was probably a bit confusing to the gathered group of local construction workers enjoying their lunch. That is until one of them appeared to put it together & they all enjoyed a laugh.
So my love affair with Uruguay after Colonia temporarily hit pause during my visit to Montevideo, an easy 2.5hr bus ride away. I didn’t love it. And that’s my sarcasm kicked into high gear. It didn’t help that it was overcast & a bit chilly all 3 days of my visit but it goes beyond that. First off, its old town, which I read compared to Havana & is often used as a fictionalized version of it in tv & film, does not even remotely compare to Havana. Not by a long shot. Perhaps a few crumbling houses within a larger block are somewhat comparable but rather than having a charming appeal & evoking the excitement that Havana brings, Montevideo’s old town is just a bit depressing. It certainly doesn’t have the personal appeal as Havana’s streets are constantly teeming with people, music & life & seemed quite safe while Montevideo’s atmosphere seemed downtrodden, sad & unsafe at times. In fact, I was stopped during the early afternoon hours 3-4 times by locals who warned me that it wasn’t safe to be walking in the old town at night or even dusk. I had read the same thing but they seemed intent on warning me. I somewhat doubted the urgency of the warnings but when I left Mercado del Puerto, easily the highlight of the old town so drawing lotso tourists, after a wonderful late lunch around 4:30, hours before sunset, I was already witnessing some untoward behavior by locals in a very clearly altered state. So I proceeded to head back to Pocitos, a more affluent area where I was staying & while I certainly felt safe there, it wasn’t a very lively neighborhood & seemed a bit devoid of culture. I wish I could say the next 2 days exploring el Centro, Pocitos & other hoods improved my opinion but it did not. At the end of the day, I’m glad I visited bc I would’ve always wondered & while I hesitate to draw a conclusion after visiting for only 3 nights, I think I can cross this city off the list for future Uruguay visits & still sleep soundly.
Old town photos Mate gear for sale Mercado del Puerto – a different kinda market as it primarily features a bunch of great steakhouses all under one roof. It’s relatively expensive but highly recommended. Over my delicious late lunch, I met this amazing couple from São Paulo, Brazil & we made plans to go out the next night & meet up in São Paulo. Again, loving those Brazilians.The best chimichurri I’ve had on the trip & one of the best steaks. If you visit Uruguay & spend a night here while traveling, a stop here for a great lunch is a must. I chose El Palenque but I’m sure they’re all great. But know that most if not all close at 5pm so are only open for lunch. Odd for steakhouses I know but I think a nod to the safety, or lack thereof, of the Old Town. Sad really. I hope the city is able to invest here as it has a lot of great potential.
I am super excited to be in Uruguay. Prior to my trip, this was one of the countries I was most looking forward to visiting. I think of Uruguay & I think of beautiful somewhat isolated beaches on the Atlantic. That’s definitely not what Colonia del Sacramento is but the more I read & heard about it, the more excited I grew to visit. It’s an easy 1hr ferry ride from Puerto Madero in Buenos Aires but it’s like a whole different world. Colonia is a colonial city, the oldest in Uruguay, located right on the Rio de la Plata & it’s small (population of 20k), quaint, tranquil & picturesque with charming streets & shops & wonderful food & wine (tannat is their prominent red grape & I enjoyed sampling several wineries). It was such a welcomed reprieve from non-stop BA action. It seems there’s a bunch of Argentine day-trippers that visit but they thankfully don’t overwhelm & when they leave, they miss out on the lovely quiet nights at cafes with live music under the stars. I spent a lazy 4 days largely not leaving the old town so I mean real lazy & it was exactly what I needed.
Don’t take my word for it. Iguazu Falls of the Iguazu River on the border between Argentina & Brazil has been voted as one of the 7 natural wonders of the world. The only waterfalls to make it & since they’re the biggest falls in the world, it’s not surprising. There’s over 275 falls over nearly 3km & the drop is as high as 90m in some places. They are unbelievably breathtaking. Thankfully, my new Brazilian visa allowed me to view the falls from both the Brazil & Argentina sides. I was told from Brazil, you get a lovely panoramic view, while from Argentina, you get up close to the falls. After I spent day 1 in Brazil & day 2 in Argentina, I can confirm that’s pretty accurate. The craziest, coolest, most impressive spot is called the “Devil’s Throat” & once I saw it, I imagined it was appropriately named. This is everyone’s highlight & from the Argentina side, you’re literally right above it whereas you get a lovely view a bit further away from Brazil.
So what side do I prefer? After much back & forth, I’ve decided I prefer the views on the Brazilian side & you’ll see from my photos that it was an ideal day & ideal conditions. However, I prefer the manner in which you view the falls on the Argentinian side. Brazil’s national park probably wisely ushers everyone into park buses. You’re on your own after you hop off at your stop but it seems a bit more like a proper tour & you all know I’m not a huge fan of those when it can be avoided. Argentina has a similar herd mentality to view the Devil’s Throat, swapping out the buses for a little train. But after you knock that out, there are a bunch of trails you can hike to view different falls from various vantage points. So I quite enjoyed heading off on my own to find those falls less frequented by the hordes.
Bottom line… if you go to Argentina or Brazil, you must visit. It’s a bit off in the middle of nowhere. I opted for a round-trip flight to/from BA (my first of the trip!) as it’s a 28-30hr one-way bus ride (no thanks). But every local I talked to in Argentina leading up to the trip said it was a can’t miss (along with Patagonia, Bariloche, Mendoza & BA). And they’re right. It’s a highlight of the trip.
View from Brazil side on day 1 (view of the Argentina side) There’s a path along the river on the way towards the Devil’s Throat (pictured). Rainbows, seriously? It couldn’t have been a more perfect day. Brazil has a lookout catwalk, that gets you right over the falls w a spectacular view into the Devil’s Throat, & a tower that offers awesome panoramic views There are a few shots here that make my list of trip faves
Double rainbow!!! Yes, I was actually here but I certainly didn’t direct this shot. Where’s the sky? Before day 2 in Argentina, I thought this mama & her baby wanted to join. I used points to stay in the only hotel on the Argentina side that is located WITHIN the park & has a lovely view of the falls. It’s ridiculously expensive but for free, it was pretty fantastic to just throw on a daypack & walk out the back door to hook up with the hiking trails. Argentina on day 2 – the walk towards the Devil’s Throat Devil’s Throat
Devil’s throat from Argentina – you are in it https://youtu.be/yYUkmt7m7c4
Buenos Aires is a big city that is conveniently divided up into autonomous fully functioning neighborhoods with vastly different feels. My fave cities – inclusive of Chicago & Seattle – feature similar make-ups so you have the feel of a smaller town as you don’t have to go far for anything you need with of course the benefits of being within a larger city. So I was super excited to start exploring the various hoods. Retiro – I used points to stay here at a fancy but stuffy & somewhat stuck-up (until I did my best to loosen them up a bit) luxury hotel right next to the Plaza San Martin. I was in BA for a week & it’s definitely not a cheap city so it was nice to save funds. It’s also quite centrally located (both walking & metro) bw the various hoods I was planning to check out & also helpfully near the Brazilian consulate. As an aside, I was mildly worried about my Brazilian visa coming through primarily bc they denied me in Chicago before I left bc I submitted my passport pic which was 11 mos old & they require pics no older than 6 mos (I blame the co I hired to facilitate this txn who are total idiots & massively failed – no one use Sameday Passport & Visa in Chicago). Given I’m a procrastinator, I didn’t have time to resubmit so was out money. I initially wasn’t sure I’d visit Brazil but as my trip progressed, I became increasingly excited to do so. So my first priority upon arriving in BA was knocking that out. I had a printed file of nearly 30 pages of requested info, including fake flight & hotel bookings that were promptly cancelled after submission. The prepayment process at the bank only increased my nervousness as I found myself in a massive queue w a bunch of locals paying their bills in cash in person despite signs everywhere notifying them that they can pay online. The line ran past bank closing time – 3pm how nice – but they still saw me & then I rushed to the consulate before they closed at 4. I was mildly nervous before I arrived. How silly. I was the only one there. I was helped by one super cool girl who laughed out loud at but then appreciated my helpful notes (I may be a procrastinator, but I end up quite organized). She asked a few questions & assured me there’d be no issues & they’d process it in 3 days. While she was doing my admin work, her friend & coworker asked where I was visiting in Brazil so the 3 of us proceeded to discuss my proposed route, they gave great recommendations & helped me reshape my route over drinks later that night. I’m loving Brazilians. Recoleta – Upper class Recoleta is home to the famous cemetery which is probably the number one tourist attraction in BA. It was cool. Definitely beautiful. I met awesome travelers in Mendoza who told me they loved it & spent 2 days wandering. I spent a couple hours. First off, it’s not that big. Secondly, it’s dead people which kinda creeps me out. Evita Peron’s gravesite is underwhelming but the crowds flock there. But even if it’s the most beautiful cemetery I’ve ever seen – & it definitely is – it still kinda gives me the creeps. Recoleta is high class with its wide tree lined boulevards, fancy shops, fancy museums, upscale restos & cocktail bars, & my fave… dog walkers walking 15-20 dogs at once. I spent a lovely day wandering around Recoleta but the traffic that comes with all that class was a bit stifling at times. My favorite part of Recoleta? This stunning bookstore, El Ateneo, transformed from a former theatre. Quiet, atmospheric, photogenic & inclusive of a quaint cafe in the back behind the curtain meant that I was sucked in for hours. Palermo – Palermo is a bit more middle class than Recoleta, has a few different sub-hoods & I was really digging its quiet winding streets, especially Palermo Viejo, until I rounded a corner & ran smack dab into the center on Sunday market day & only then saw the chain stores on the corner. For you Chicagoans, it reminded me of Bucktown which used to be cool & cutting edge back in the day & where the artists lived & then the yuppies moved in & pushed them out & shortly thereafter so did Marc Jacobs & Fresh. In a span of 10mins, I went from loving it to shaking off a shudder that ran down my spine so I peaced & shortly thereafter headed to San Telmo for a fabulous 19 course prix fixe dinner at a tiny resto (Aramburu) with no nameplate out front & blacked out curtains (so Alinea-like & just my style). La Boca – This is a bit of a sketchy hood – although I never felt unsafe – but I also visited during the middle of the day. The thing to see here is this area of brightly colored buildings, called Caminito, that IMHO has turned into a massive tourist trap with people hawking shit everywhere you turn & I freakin hated it. But La Boca is well worth the visit if you’re at all into sports & football as it’s the home of the stadium for La Boca Juniors, arguably Argentina & South America’s best & most famous club team. I would’ve loved to go to a game but timing was not on my side but just seeing the stadium was cool. San Telmo – This is my fave hood, by far, no question & I kept returning over my week in BA. South of the center & home to antique stores & markets, vintage shops, new age crystal stores, art galleries, cervecerias, experimental restos, bars, it seems to be the epicenter for cutting edge art, cool live music & legit tango shows (especially El Viejo Almacen). This was also the first place I was invited to join a proper mate (“ma-tay”) session with some locals the following day after I bought a crystal pendant from a local hippy. Mate is this craze across Argentina, but also Chile & Uruguay from what I can tell. Mate is an herbal mixture – everyone seems to have their own personal mix – they tote around along with a thermos of hot water, a special cup & metal sieve-like straw in a fancy leather wine-like carrying case. I’ve seen it a lot as it’s a very social thing to do – parks, streets, anywhere – everyone has their goddam mate. I’ve asked a bunch of questions as I’m curious bc there seem to be a lot of customs surrounding the drinking ritual & while I thought the entire thing was a bit ridiculous, I was really hoping someone would take pity on me & ask me to join their circle. So it happened with the crystal hippy who had a mate date the next day in his store w his artsy musician friends & asked me to join. The mate was kinda like tea but loose tea & a helluva lot more herb so the sieve straw is very necessary & it’s SUPER bitter (although I later learned from the lovely Brazilian consulate girls that you can buy flavored additions like mint or fruit to mask the bitterness but it sounds like that’s only for beginners &/or phonies). So the mate was interesting but the group of 5 BA locals talking rapid flow BA Spanish w their “jeje”s instead of “y”s for “ll”s all at once was overwhelming. I did fine the day prior one-on-one but I was fucking lost in the group which was a bit hysterical & yet I was very thankful for the experience… although I’m still not sure I get the mate obsession. So all this experience did was reinforce how cool San Telmo was. It’s home to the artists & the musicians & is definitely the hood I would live in if moving to BA. Retiro – View of Plaza San Martin & Rio de la Plata in the backgroundRecoleta Cemetery Recoleta’s El Ateneo bookstore, an obsession but I’m only boring you with 2 photos PalermoLa Boca – the back of a pretty painted house so away from the touristy bullshitLa Boca Juniors stadiumSan Telmo
Tango video
https://youtu.be/hDmHNBd1wKYMiscellaneous BA street scenes, largely from its microcenter – including the famous phallic symbol
Since I’ve hit Argentina in early May, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind involving lots of wine, lots of food & lots of wandering. Not that I’m complaining bc those are 3 of my favorite things in the world but my writing & blog posts have taken a hit as lazy early nights in have been relatively non-existent. So I’m taking the easy way out & combining blog posts. Not that Mendoza & Cordoba are anything alike. Mendoza feels like a very livable city & a town much smaller than reality. It’s of course blessed with mountains, wine & good food so when I wasn’t taking winery tours, I was lazing about town still sampling the lovely local fare. I understandably got stuck here for a bit & considered extending my stay a lot longer but I found myself spending money like I still had my old job so I decided to move on after 5 days. Cordoba is a bigger city that’s a university town & has a alternative feel to it which suits me just great. It’s ideal for wandering, music & a brief respite from wine as I found some cool cervecerias & of course had to try to the local fernet & coca cola craze (bleh) but I only stayed 3 days here as I was getting a bit antsy to check out Buenos Aires. Mendoza
I had been forewarned about this city. I was told I’d love it. After a (splurged $70) flight, taxi, 2hr bus & another taxi l, I arrived in Valparaiso, Chile, just as the sun was setting, from Puerto Varas. I’d seen photos. I was so excited. No 1 – it was a proper city but not too big. No 2 – while I loved my Patagonia time, now that it was over, I was ready for the next thing. And while I zigzagged north throughout Chile & Argentina, it wasn’t an accident I ended up here next. I carried a strong suspicion I’d love this place. But every time I told folks I was heading to Valparaiso, the first question was “no Vina Del Mar?” From what I’m told, “Vina”’ is a bourgey beach town w boulevards & palm trees just 15mins north of Valparaiso. Maybe a day trip, I’d tell them. But in 5 days, I could never draw myself away from Valparaiso to visit (I did see it as I drove out of town & I’m satisfied w my decision). The first night, over dinner & drinks, i deleted over 400 photos & it was grey skies that day. It’s so picturesque. I compare it to a weird mix of Havana & Bogota. Havana, for its lovely colors, run down charm, history & ocean views. Bogota, for its ridiculously amazing street art & mountains. But Valaparaiso is like the alternative hippy poor mans cousin to both. It’s a port city so the ocean views aren’t ideal & beach access sucks unless you get a little bit out of town. You don’t feel quite the history here but for the still 8-operating funicular elevators although I took none & walked up the steep hills & escaleras, knee be damned, bc the lines were insane (so much for the earthquake scare). No mountains but rather hills but the hills make for the beautiful views & good work for your legs. The street art doesn’t seem to be as impressive, celebrated, protected or as professional as Bogota’s IMHO based solely upon 5 days of endless wandering but Bogota is a massive city & this is on a much smaller scale. But my goodness, there is something in the water, hills, street art, colors, run down charm, etc that is just intoxicating. This is a place I could live.
All I did was wander the neighborhoods looking for drop dead gorgeous views like this one, of course taking plenty of time to stop for the occasional bite & drink
What started as a roughly 2wk trip to Patagonia beginning in Punta Arenas, Chile with no real concrete plans beyond Torres del Paine, has turned into a month-long jaunt from Southern to Northern Patagonia back & forth across the Andes border between Chile & Argentina, & finally ending in the small Chilean town of Puerto Varas in its Lake District. To be frank, had the weather in the South not forced me out, I probably would still be traveling down there. Or quite possibly camped out at El Chalten. But alas, it’s time to move on to other things.
But first… Puerto Varas. It’s a small little town, more of an up & comer in the Chilean Lake District that supposedly takes a distant 2nd place to the star Pucon (which I skipped). I opted to spend too much money traveling for 12hrs from Bariloche to Puerto Varas by alternating between 7 buses, 3 boats & 1 hike to cross several lakes in between as well as the border. I could’ve taken a significantly cheaper 6hr bus but this way gets me on the water (a lot) as well as provides a front row seat to some massive Andes volcanoes. The more mountains & water, the better. Unfortunately the stunning views of 2 massive volcanoes on the other side of the lake from the town of Puerto Varas never materialized while I was there due to constant clouds & rain. Ahh well… I had the views from the boat.
The trip began in Argentina It continued in Chile Volcan OsornoOf course I had to try to get closeBut the clouds were not kind to me… best view all day atop Volcan Osorno – a great ski resort in July & AugustView from the shore of Puerto VarasTrust me, there’s 2 massive volcanoes on the other side
After non-stop action in Torres Del Paine & El Chalten, I was due for a letdown. And I don’t mean I was let down at all by San Carlos de Bariloche in Argentina Patagonia’s Lake District. Not at all. I loved Bariloche. Perhaps that was part of the problem. What I mean is every now & then when traveling, you need a break or a vacation from doing anything. At least I do. And I found myself in the perfect place to do nothing. I stayed for a week & did nothing for the first 4 days but sleep in, aimlessly wander the city taking in the gorgeous lake & mountain views, sit in cafes & read non-travel books, eat at delicious restaurants, drink beers at various cervecerias, you get the drift. I think I was also pretty physically exhausted so both a mental & physical rest was called for.
After lazing about for a bit, I then finally found my motivation to visit the surrounding lakes & mountains, super excited to do some trekking. Only then, my body decided that it had enough trekking. Specifically, my shitty knee. In true Scarlett O’Hara fashion, my knee threw itself on the ground dramatically & refused to go on. It actually felt like a sadistic hiking partner was at the same time repeatedly stabbing & sledgehammering my knee with every bend & step (a slightly less intense version of this is what finally forced my dumbass to stop running years ago). Unfortunately, this happened 2.5hrs into a 9hr trek. I stubbornly continued on for 30mins before my sensibilities took over. Thankfully, the trek was a wonky “Y” route & I had just passed the intersection, so after a brief rest, I reversed track & hobbled back down to take the different (longer) leg back (I may be in pain but I’d still rather limp past different scenery than backtrack). My knee performed rather valiantly & significantly better than anticipated for 3wks as I beat the shit out of it so I really can’t complain. It unfortunately meant I skipped another difficult hike I had my heart set on & a long biking circuit. Bummer. Instead I joined a little tourist minibus which isn’t necessarily how I prefer to explore an area, but oh well. Limitations are a part of life. And Bariloche is beautiful.
There’s a good reason why this view atop Cerro Campanario outside of Bariloche is included in several “top 10 views of the world” lists On my return hike after my knee crashed, I was alone for much of the hike. Well I saw very few humans. There were a couple instances where I heard something that sounded big & loud rustling trees near me & I was almost positive I at one point heard what sounded like a very big cat. I remembered back in the day reading some random article about what to do when you encounter a bear vs a big cat so I made a lot of noise & really rustled nearby trees & bushes to make myself seem a lot bigger than I am. Nothing ever happened & I never saw anything so I convinced myself I was totally crazy & laughed as I went on my way. And then as I was finishing the hike, I passed 3 guys who asked if I met any pumas. Pumas? No. Then I saw the sign above warning you against hiking alone & I came to the park ranger’s station only to find all of the entrances to the trail (recall I had started at a different point quite a ways away) blocked off with cautionary tape, the ranger was holding a mini-press conference answering questions for a group of 20 gathered, & I only then recalled hearing a helicopter about 2hrs before. I didn’t stop to ask about the hoopla bc I frankly didn’t want to know. But I am pretty darn positive I heard a big cat & super glad I didn’t see one. Funny thing is, Bariloche has several great city, national park & trekking info offices in the city & I went to all of them trying to sort out what I wanted to do & every single one of them recommended this trek, including the alternative ending, & said nothing at all about danger hiking alone. So I’m sure all of the commotion was for nothing & I have a wild imagination.City beach
I purposely saved this long hike for last. It’s “relatively flat” which isn’t true at all but it does have an easier initial uphill climb than the Fitz Roy hike & then it is relatively flat. After 2+ straight weeks of trekking, despite the massage & my amazing hiking boots, my feet were real sore even before starting. So I thought “relatively flat” would be real good for me. I also had been blessed in El Chalten with unusually great weather – sunny blue skies, no rain, minimal wind, warmish weather – as everyone I met in town repeatedly told me how incredibly lucky I was this late in the season. They explained this lovely weather on consecutive days is unusual in the summer much less when winter is coming. So when planning my days, I purposely first knocked out difficult hikes as well as those I’d rather see with blue skies in case my luck ran out. So this hike came last bc of its relative ease & I figured the closer you are to the mountain, the more you can forgive clouds. It was cooler on this hike & yes, grey skies, but yet the views of Laguna Torre right smack dab in front of Cerro Torre were pretty outstanding.
Winter is indeed coming (yes, a not-so-subtle nod to the best show on tv that I can’t wait to watch come July). It was certain the very next day. I had intended to take it somewhat easy, as I was hopping on an incredibly long bus north on Ruta 40 that night, & by easy I mean awake pre-dawn to head up to the Fitz Roy mirador (again) for one last great pink sparkling sunrise. Only that morning, I awoke to find wind, rain, clouds & my hotel’s manager telling me “this was El Chalten weather” & suggesting I head back to bed & skip it. Even hailing from the Windy City, I don’t think I’d ever seen gusts of wind like this before so I stayed warm inside as the mountains weren’t even visible from town due to the cloud cover & the park service shut down difficult passes due to high winds (including the last summit of Fitz Roy).
Not only were difficult passes shut down, but also a bunch of businesses in town as more than half of the town’s inhabitants head elsewhere for the winter. I found myself in El Chalten not really wanting to leave but essentially being forced out as most services, including bus services, were shutting down at the end of the week but for 2 local restos, 1 grocery & the spa that stay open all year long for residents. So while I’m leaving, I will definitely return to El Chalten & when I do, I think I’ll have to come in the fall again. The changing colors of the leaves added so much beauty to this place. I think I’d be a bit disappointed not to see all of these colors.
First mirador & the super cool Cerro Torre (largest of 3 spiked mountains on right) plus a massive glacier I can’t get over the colors Crisp layer of ice on the lake