On Tuesday morning, I got up early – about 7:30 (In Ushuaia, anything before 8:00 is considered ridiculous) and took advantage of the free breakfast at the hostel. It consisted of watery OJ, small pieces of dry toast and some really, really good croissants. There were some condiments as well…
After reading some stuff in my guide book and visiting the tourist office on Sunday (which was a rainy, boring day), I got up Monday morning ready to do some hiking. With all these mountains around, how could you not? Scaling up a mountain to see the nearby Marital Glacier…
My flight to Ushuaia was to leave at 8:50 on Saturday morning. I shared a taxi at 6:00 from the hostel to the airport with a Norwegian dude named Daniel. Having already toured the airport the day before on my little parcel quest, I knew exactly where I was going. …
When I woke up on day one in Santiago, the first order of business was to procure a new camera. While I love my little 2 megapixel job, and it’s good in a pinch, it’s just not the device you want on a trip like this. After asking directions from…
The bus ride to Chile was very scenic. But not as scenic as it would have been with my camera. Unfortunately it was pretty long as well. Even longer without my camera. It was like I’d lost a friend. Sad, I know, but that’s really how it felt. Now some…
For better or worse, as with pretty much every country I visit, my Lonely Planet guide book has a hand in deciding my outlook on the destination. The section on Bolivia (and especially La Paz) was written with a loving flare not present in the others. Someone loved this place……
I’ve never ridden a Greyhound bus. I’ve never been in a major U.S. bus station, or even picked anyone up from one. I remember dropping some of my teammates off at the Greyhound station in Joplin, but I never went in. This struck me as odd as I sat in…
After Machu Picchu, I had some decisions to make, the primary of which being: Where to go next? I could head on to La Paz, or take a quick trip over to Lake Titicaca. Lake Titicaca. Heh. I still laugh when I say it. I know, I know. So, based…
After my “experience” with the little plane in Nazca, I was ready to go. The previous day (Friday) I’d booked an overnight bus to Cuzco, Peru, which I boarded at 8:00 pm Saturday night. I was ready for a little sleep. We were treated to a Spanish-dubbed version of “Red…
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have made it in the Air Force. Aside from being too big to fit into pretty much any cockpit ever designed, I simply don’t have the stomach for it. I hate roller coasters. For some, the sensation of rapidly climbing to dizzying heights and then…