Living the dream in Argentina and Brazil (again)
April 28th, 2007So after 2 weeks of the usual Buenos Aires madness, Sébastien – the lovely Swiss guy I had travelled with in the summer in Europe, and had met in Bolivia in December 2005 – came to meet me in Argentina to travel together for 5 weeks. We had a great 10 days chilling in Buenos Aires in a little apartment in Palermo. We walked a lot, talked a lot, drank a lot of coffee, ate a lot of really good meat, went to some random house parties, watched some fabulous Tango, and just lived life Porteño style for a while.
After that we headed north west to the city of Rosario. Unbeknown to us we happened to arrive on the weekend of the largest festival of the city. A huge gathering where all the immigrant communities set up stands and displays selling food and showing dance from their home countries. Really great and very festive. We didn’t see any other tourists the whole weekend which was also a nice change from Buenos Aires.
From there we headed up to Iguazu Falls – the largest waterfalls in South America… The waterfall system consists of about 270 falls along 2.7 km of the Iguazu River. Some of the individual falls are up to 82 metres in height. The Garganta del Diablo or Devil’s Throat, is a 150-metre-wide and 700-metre-long cliff, and is the most impressive of all, and marks the border between Argentina and Brazil. We stayed in this cute little village on the Argentinean side of the falls – Puerto Iguazu. It’s really warm and humid there, with beautiful lush vegetation. We went to the Falls on two of the days. Absolutely incredible… the thunderous sound and the sheer volume of water are truly incredible – something you can stand and stare at for a long time.
From Iguazu, we took a 24 hour bus into Brazil and to Rio de Janeiro. We stayed in this beautiful old area of the city, Santa Teresa, in the hills above the city centre – worlds away from the scene down on Ipanema and Copacabana beaches – but just half an hour away… This area is accessible by the Bondi (pronounced Bon-gee), a really old street car system kind of like those found in San Francisco but a bit less hardy. Rio is such a great city… one of those fabulous places like Cape Town and San Francisco where nature and mankind have somehow got the balance right. It is beautiful, it is interesting, and you just cannot stop taking photos there! Awesome… we did the usual touristy things of Sugarloaf mountain, the Christ statue on Corcavado, the beaches, some galleries… but we also went to some crazy local things such as a huge local market they have every weekend in a stadium. The entire stadium overflows with stalls selling everything from spare car parts to food to artisinal products. Every third or so stall is a mini-nightclub with its own music blaring out of their sound system jam-packed with sweaty Brazilians dancing and drinking the night (or even the day) away. Fascinating.
Living at our hostel was a group of really interesting volunteers – in Brazil to train street kids in various performing arts – from theatre to juggling… very cool!
Another fantastic Rio de Janeiro experience, was the food at a churrascaria (one of those Brazilian restaurants where the waiters walk past every few seconds with a new skewer of weird and wonderful meat to slice onto your plate). This was no ordinary churrascaria… between Séb and I, we spent 5 hours there, drank a few caipirinhas, 2 bottles of wine, and ate the most ludicrous amount of food – starting at the buffet of starters (sushi, sushi, sushi, and some other yummy stuff), to all the meat that was offloaded onto our overflowing plates every few minutes. It was very indulgent but it was truly fantastic.
After Rio we bussed down to Ihla Grande (Big Island)… about 4 hours south of Rio. It was low-season so we managed to get a fantastic room for a fraction of what we had been paying in Rio. We chilled, we read, we played chess, we snorkelled. It was divine. A beautiful little island – very peaceful… and just so lovely!
We then realised we had about 6 days to get back to Buenos Aires so that Séb could catch his flight back to Switzerland. So we headed south to the city of Florianopolis. We rented this really grotty little apartment really close to the beach, which made absolutely no difference in the end as it rained the ENTIRE three days that we were there. It’s apparently a really great place. Apparently… Séb and I – we just spent 3 days being wet, drinking too much cachaca, and being grossed out by our apartment.
We left a day earlier than we had planned and bussed 24 hours south back to Buenos Aires… to spend our last 3 days in a funky little hostel in San Telmo called Sandanzas.
A really great trip… So great, in fact, that I decided to make my next move in the direction of Lausanne, Switzerland. I booked my flight from Joburg to Geneva, and headed back to South Africa to get my last dose of sunshine before heading off to the wintery Northern Hemisphere to live in chocolate and cheese heaven.