Archive for category: Argentina

D Bidding Córdoba farewell

2008.03.21

Argentina, RtWp01 | Geo: -31.4053, -64.1804

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)

10 days of a relatively placid routine. Maybe too repetitive, focused on knowing people and socializing… games, guitar deliria, becoming the best client of the vegetarian restaurant. Movies with Johanna (met her in San Juan). Chess games and guitar duets with Rafa [es]. Days and nights with… lots of people. The Karinas [ar|us], Shawn [us], Suresh [uk], Vicky [ar], Andrea [ca], Ariel [ar], Rachelle [us], et cetera (it’s better to refer to the page ‘faces’).

D Palm Sunday

2008.03.16

Argentina, Edif+arq, Fotos+AG, RtWp01 | Geo: -31.4053, -64.1804

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)

Happy Holy Week! I’m still in Córdoba. Had the yellow fever vaccination, and stayed far from most of the BBQ offers. Night life in Córdoba is intense, and the hostel is not exactly a haven for the weary.

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Iglesia de los Capuchinos, Córdoba
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Iglesia de los Capuchinos, Córdoba
Pasto estudiantil
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Pasto estudiantil

D Córdoba

2008.03.11

Argentina, RtWp01, Viajes | Geo: -31.4053, -64.1804

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)

Córdoba brings along a lot of new expectations, great after the tiring and -in the end- less than seductive Mendoza. Though I guess everything is going to work in the same direction, because, in the end, is just another city.

D Everything’s gone in Mendoza

2008.03.09

Argentina, Edif+arq, Fotos+AG, RtWp01 | Geo: -32.8927, -68.8331

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)

Mendoza. It all starts with Florence [nl] not being my potential muse anymore, and my conscious rejection of shallow and silly teenagers… and it’s not about the age. It continues with an altruistic invitation to a BBQ from Ángela [ar], and, in the BBQ, a long and interesting conversation with Andrea [ar]. Yes, that name, again… with a similar ending.
Mendoza, too many nights in Arístides Villanueva. Blurrily meeting more people, and the creation of another self-destructive ‘OH team’, with Maura [it] and Tito [es]. Also the confrontation with the manager at Campo Base (a real asshole), that made me decide changing hostels. Selling bracelets and drinking wine in Plaza de Italia. Then it came a cold… intense, kept me in bed for almost 2 days. And now it’s time to leave, as everything’s gone.

Puente hacia lo terminal
Puente hacia lo terminal

D Great expectations in Mendoza

2008.02.28

Argentina, Geoloc, Insustancial, RtWp01 | Geo: -32.8927, -68.8331

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)

Just arrived to Mendoza. Let’s see what future brings…

D Karma Act #1

2008.02.27

Animales, Argentina, Fotos+AG, RtWp01, Texturas y delirios | Geo: -31.5333, -68.5333

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)

After a bus trip with lengthy conversations with Robert, I looked for a hostel. I ended up in Zonda Hostel. I started telling the ‘Juan Єυtriaη’ story to the owner, and it turned out that he found a lot of similarities with someone that had stolen a camera from a belgian in 2oo5.
Then I showed him the picture, and he recognized him. The good thing is that the owner of the hostel had the real name and ID number, because the police was quick enough back then.
Real name: Juan Alejandro ʃaraʋia. ID: 2I.959.575.
Second day in San Juan brought me the opportunity of meeting Johanna [de] (and reading her eyes), Michael [de], Diego [ar], and some other people.

La monstruo tragadados
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La monstruo tragadados
Nubes pinchadas
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Nubes pinchadas

D Stop: La Rioja

2008.02.26 (10:00)

Argentina, RtWp01 | Geo: -29.4133, -66.8576

Ranking: (No Ratings Yet)

I won’t visit San Agustín del Valle Fértil, because the limited bus schedule is not compatible with my recent Mendoza booking :P. Instead, I’ll see what’s going on in San Juan.

La Rioja – La Terminal
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La Rioja – La Terminal

D The crimes of ‘Juan Єυtriaη'

2008.02.24

Argentina, General, RtWp01 | Geo: -24.1833, -65.3000

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

Yesterday, saturday, there was a BBQ (asado) at ‘Club Hostel’, where I’m staying. After my last asado in this hostel, and induced by my vegetarian intentions, I refused to take part in it. Anyway, I just bought some food and join the asado, where I talked mainly with Leo [cl] and Rafa [cl]. It was a strange days, one of a few, in which I just got to sleep soon. The reasons: tiredness, not very promising conversations, and there were no girls (it’s shallow, I know, but still counts as a factor).
Eduardo is a positively mild, retired mexican. When he was sleeping, he snored in a weird way. I woke up, late, at noon. Bautista and Julie is a french couple that has been travelling with their tandem bike for more than a year, in a notoriously long honeymoon. They were complaining about missing a bag with a camera. The girl that was in charge of the hostel at that time was worried. She said, immediately, that a similar thing happened in the contiguous room.
Through the subsequent minutes, additional information was being revealed. Kevin, an irish guy, naive and prone to smile, also had ‘lost’ his digital camera. Then I check everything, and my two valuables were still there: the reflex camera in the well-locked locker, and the other, relatively cheap camera, disguised in a Marlboro Lights box, in the lower bed, the middle bed of a 3-bed bunk. Jorge [cl], another camera and a mp4 player. He went to sleep soon, also. Some other items ‘disappeared’.
After a little bit more than an hour, we went to make an statement at the police station, me and Carlo [ar] acting as translators. We knew that the first suspect had become obviously guilty, considering the events that happened. A person that booked in as Juan Єυtriaη (clearly a fake name). He is fat, has moustache, with a porteño (from Buenos Aires) accent. I was talking to him and playing chess (he was such a lousy player…) on Friday, when he started talking shit, like he being a pilot -while he didn’t know how to convert feet to metres. I didn’t trust him, specially when I was acting as a translation bridge between him and Kevin. He seemed dodgy. But what was about to unfold wasn’t that predictable. He went to buy cigarettes at 6am and never returned.
That morning, Eduardo looked like a zombie. I thought… that it wasn’t just a hangover, that he had consumed -voluntarily- some strong drugs the night before.
After the Kevin’s statement, the police decided to go to the hostel, to end the reports and look for evidences. It seemed strange, but there was an easy explanation: Kevin said in the statement that he saw ‘Juan’ pouring some powder in the beer. He though it was toqra (a compound that is used while chewing coca leaves) or something like that. Big mistake. A lot of the people staying in both rooms where druged: Eduardo, Leo, Rafa, Kevin. They were all worn out, with hard headaches and balance losses. A policeman said that it was a criminal technique mostly used by girls.
They took pictures and fingerprints, and more information poured through, about how this criminal won the trust of the people around and drug them. He had been very silent in our room, because the french couple went to sleep before me (so they didn’t had any drug), and still he robbed the cameras of the mexican and the frenchs.
They’re still making the statement. “Qué rata hijo de puta”, I hear… and I agree, you just have to look the face of Eduardo, that should go to the doctor. It’s not about robbing, it’s about the filthy method used, revealing that the subject is nothing more than a snake. Apparently, his real name is Henry.
Whatever, he isn’t very clever, because a picture of him could be recovered. Let’s see if they push the investigation forward, or they just forget about this whole story. I you meet him, you know what to do. Is no joke… would karma act?

Alias ‘Juan Єυtriaη’
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Alias ‘Juan Єυtriaη’
Investigaciones Inversas
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Investigaciones Inversas

D Exodus

2008.02.22

Animales, Argentina, Fotos+AG, RtWp01, Texturas y delirios | Geo: -22.7667, -65.2333

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)

High waters, swollen rivers prevent the short trek to San Isidro -with the only option of going through the mountain, that would consume more time than I had.
Swollen rivers that caused problems when trying to flee out of the town. 2 kilometres with more than a burden, trying to reach the bus. Almost lost the next bus, but that one was also delayed.
In Jujuy, night with Juan [ar] the untrusty lier, Jorge [uy] the unfriendly worker, Jorge [cl] the calmed chilean. Ah, and the drunk german girl in charge of breaking glasses.

Exodus – Micros
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Exodus – Micros
Iruya – Pueblo
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Iruya – Pueblo
Exodus – Pinchazo
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Exodus – Pinchazo
Tras el río, los micros
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Tras el río, los micros
Confiado burro de Iruya
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Confiado burro de Iruya
Iruya – Otra cruz en un cerro
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Iruya – Otra cruz en un cerro

D To Iruya

2008.02.21 (18:00)

Argentina, Fotos+AG, RtWp01 | Geo: -22.8000, -64.9167

Ranking: (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)

To Iruya, a perfect path only spoiled by my little sight flaws and tendence to sleep in the bus. Avoiding the -in this case mild, but numerous- scavengers, I bumped into Fede unexpectedly. We had dinner, some conversation, then I went to sleep with the pouring rain.

Hacia Iruya
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Hacia Iruya
Chavales
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