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I couldn't get my Brazilian visa in time before I left Canada, so I had to get in Argentina. Luckily it took very quickly. I only have time for one day, so I make plans to see the big Jesus statue. Being an ex-catholic/atheist, I have mixed feelings about seeing this. It is however, one of the 7 New Wonders of the World. So I set my deeply held reservations aside and make plans to see it. While in line, this guy asks me if there are stairs to walk up rather then the elevator. I'm like "How would I know?". We start talking and it turns our while he is from South America originally, he lives 2 blocks away from me in Toronto! How weird is that? Its really overcast all morning, so I was worried at first if I would see it at all. As I'm up there, it gradually becomes more visible and eventually the weather clears and take a picture while I can.

Anyway, here are some pictures.


I tease the guy about the building he lives in, window panes fell down a few years ago.

As the weather clears more, I quickly get a sunburn. :(

I head back to my airport hotel as I have a flight to Chile later in the day.


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Towards the end of my stay in Argentina, I get my passport back from the embassy and immediately buy my ticket to Uruguay for later in the day. I head to the ferry docks and meet a bunch of American guys. We all get in the ferry together and they ask to see my passport and make contrasts and comparisons to American and Canadian passports.

About an hour later we step on Uruguayan soil in Colonia del Sacramento. The American guys and I follow the guide around town. Turns out to be a pretty progressive society for a predominately Catholic region. Much hotter then Buenos Aires, I keep slathering on sunscreen likes its going out of style. I find a Uruguay flag patch for Saphire (my backpack)


They tease me about Rob Ford, I tell them that I didn't vote for him. Don't tell them that I didn't vote in that election (first and last time that will ever happen!)

Get back later in the day. We see a half asleep guard dog a customs that was there when we first left. Poor guy :(

It was a bit of journey back, got lost along the way. It's pretty late. So I go to bed right away, with more drunken travellers in the background.


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Argentina Continued

sunny 30 °C

First morning in Argentina. I love staying in hostels. I love meeting people from all over, I love how easy it can be to socialize (which is saying alot, because I don't like most people), I do NOT like the beds. I get up and stretch my back. I've always thought that yoga was for high neo-hippies (and my mother, apparently), but I give a few poses a whirl in an effort to get a few kinks out.

I go online and decide to get my Brazilian visa first, roll the dice and hope for Uruguay later. I head to the Brazilian Embassy to turn in my passport along with banking in info, proof of tickets in and out of the country. Every country has its own hoops you have to jump through. You can't even pay the fee at the embassy, you have to go to a bank around the corner, pay there, get a receipt and go back to the embassy with that. The air the embassy is stuffy and the lines are long. The lady at the kiosk sees me and ushers me over, takes the receipt and eeek, my passport. Always a hard thing to do. Feels wrong to the walking around a foreign country without it.

Later on, a few hostel peeps and I decide on a few sights in Buenos Aires.


Jet lag kills me.

Peace out


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Don't cry for me... well, you get it.

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So this my second trip to South America, first one being to Peru in 2010. I always make it a point to take a long flight late in the day, so I can arrive first thing in the morning. In my advancing age of 30, the first day is always a write off. Last year I had no choice but to visit Chernobyl on my first day. I fell asleep on the bus 3 times.

I arrive in Buenos Aires bright and early in the morning and call the hostel to let them know I'm coming. They suggest a specific company so I don't get scammed (as someone who has worked in hospitality, THAT is great service). I hop in and take the loong drive to the city. The cab is weaving through the narrow streets as we get closer to my hostel. It looks to be in bit of s sketchy neighbourhood, but I take it all in stride. Nothing I haven't seen before.

I step into the hostel and its bright and youthful with pop art and letters from departing travellers on the walls (the later a common sight among hostels). I go to check in and to my dismay, the room hasn't been cleaned yet. The woman behind the desk instructs me to follow one of housekeepers to the basement where they have a TV, computers, lockers and SHOWERS. I dig through my exquisitely packed rucksack to locate my towel, toiletries and clean clothes. I hop in the moderately cold (I wanted it that way) and could taste the salt on my skin. That is how much I sweat since being in the country two whole hours. I wrap up my hair, slip on one of my sundresses, and plop on the couch. I'm barely watching the Spanish version of The Breakfast Club when I start to nod off. I wake up a few hours later and I go to the desk to see if my room is ready. It is and I make my way up. There are two people already in the room, who happen to also be from Canada. Happens quite frequently. We exchange pleasantries and so forth. They each just graduated from Queens University. Ahh, pre chronic hangover early 20s travelling, how I've missed you. They have plans to do stuff, I have plans to lie down.

I leaf through my lonely planet looking at what to do first. There are a few thing I have to plan for. I have an appointment with the Brazil embassy to get my visa, and I want to book a day trip to Uruguay, but I'm torn on doing it now and securing my spot on the tour, or not getting my passport back in time, and having the trip sell out. I decide to wait, Uruguay isn't going anywhere.

I pack my purse with my various necessities, slather on my first of many coats of sunscreen, and head off for the day. I like to just wander around on my first day. Get a feel for the city. The immediate streets are a tad confusing. One just seems to turn into the next, and into the next. I head to MicroCentro, the city centre, so see what it has to offer. Its your run of the mill downtown hub. Many tributes to the late Eva Peron, surprisingly few of the new Argentinian pope. A bit of a relief, Catholicism and I don't have a great relationship.

I grab a few things for lunch and head back to the hostel.

Jet lag is setting in, I take a siesta and wake up in the evening. I wake up to the familiar noise of drunken travellers in the courtyard. I head down to join them in the festivities. I meet people from all over, I common practice on the road. We all discuss our lives back home, jobs, schools, our current plans for South America. There are people here for a weekend away to other on a 1 year+ around the world trek. Makes me long for the days of my first world trip. Being 23, alone in Europe. Breaking free from home. Those were the days.

After a few beers, I head back to the room and conk out again.


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And so it ends, for now

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It is the final day of Hanson Day weekend 2013. The hipster coffee shop, Chimera, across from 3CG has a breakfast menu, so I had a breakfast taco there. Who new breakfast tacos where a thing? You occasionally see one of the guys around town somewhere. You don't really notice them though, you notice the crowd of fans that swarm them.



After breakfast, I team up with Nicole, the Texas girl with the car, and head to Ida Red, a boutique in another part of the city. We go in and its clear that they are taking part of Hanson Day weekend too. They have Underneath (album 3) on and several fan merch items for sale. They carry mostly nick nacks from what look like local artists and artisans. Clothes, jewellery, books, and souvenirs. I never really thought of Tulsa as a tourist destination, but here I am, so I guess it really does have a market. I don't see anything for me though.

Nicole and I head back downtown and wander around. Also this weekend is Mayfest, an arts and crafts festival. I see this bottle with flowers in it/candle or lantern thing for my mom, mother's day is coming up. Here's hoping it will survive the trip back. It has what I'm assuming is oil inside, so I'll have to check it.

The big event today is the concert in the evening. The concert is to be recorded for the new fanclub EP. Some of their best work is on fanclub EPs, which is bit of a shame because the general public can't access it.

I put everything but my hotel room key in my purse and lock it on another friends car. Once again, they don't want to take any chances of someone recording, so all bags and purses need to be checked. Nicole and I find seats on these bleacher things. Cain's Ballroom, where the concert is being held, has greater roots in country music. So being the city slicker that I am, I feel a bit of a fish out water in this particular venue. The decor paying homage to various country artists, fringe shirts with cowboys hats and all.

The music is great, can't wait to get the EP in the mail. Its always great to geek-out like this, and feel like a 14 year old again. Except you get to do it without chronic acne and headgear. What amazes me whenever I come to Tulsa is how relaxed I really am with Hanson. Most people think I'm nuts, and I don't blame them. But in this crowd, I am stone cold normal. There are people that have actually moved here to see them more. They know what time of the day they go to starbucks most often, they know what bars they go to. Seeing them once or twice a year is plenty for me!

I head back to the hotel for an early flight home in the morning.

Until next time world...


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