The Good, The Bad, & Kumiko’s Here!!!

This is Haley again. Hope you like it.

Over the past week I have found myself seeing things a lot from the perspective of good and bad.  Like there’s this great thing we are so lucky to see or do, but then there’s this downside.  Or there’s a sucky thing we have to deal with, but it has a shiny silver lining.

So we left off in Koh Tao which, despite the cranky locals and way-too-many tourists, ended up being a pretty awesome time.  We have very little to document it picture-wise given, as you know, I busted the camera.  But here are some pics that do the great place we stayed a little more justice than the last blog, and some proof that my claustrophobic, worry-wart self did in fact get certified as an open water scuba diver.

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view from the hammock at tao thong villa. we saw sharks from here.

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sunset from tao thong restaurant

 

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dive master haley

 

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our bungalow is the highest one with a green roof.

After Koh Tao, we moved on to Koh Phayam on the West coast via Ranong.  We found out that local crankiness did not make its way to Ranong yet as this town and its people – although there is little if not nothing to see – are completely delightful.  We were close to the only foreigners in town and our presence was greeted exclusively with smiles (me) and laughter (Gabe).

BAD:  For 30 minutes, I thought I had lost my Howard (to the majority of the human race, my “Howard” has a striking resemblance to an iPod Nano).  I almost lost my mind – 10,000 times worse than breaking the camera.  I was ready to have a 2-year old temper tantrum.  Seriously.  Haley without Howard is not a pretty sight.  After desperate (and I do mean desperate) calls to our driver and searching our stuff, we found it.

GOOD:  We both realized it takes very few (but very specific) things to make me happy.

BAD:  The ferry to Koh Tao was an over-air conditioned, overpriced, high-speed catamaran with (almost) nothing but tourists seated in its posh leather seats.  It left from a mile-long dock in the middle of nowhere.

GOOD: The Koh Phayam ferry was a rudimentary boat on which the captain clearly made his home. Its dock was right next to local fishing docks, right in town. There were 3 plastic chairs on the top deck, no AC, about 300 dozen eggs, a dozen Thais, and, well…us.  We sat at the bow the whole ride.

BAD:  The safety measures for this particular ferry might have been a bit below the standards to which we have become accustomed.

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ride to koh phayam

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lifeboat?

We arrived on the completely delightful, car-less, little touristed island of Koh Phayam and were so happy.  We rented a scooter and set out on the adventure of finding the perfect place to spend the week.  And we found it.  But not before, my carelessness struck again.

BAD:  The manual motorbikes in Thailand choose not to have safety guards for their hotter than heck tailpipes.   I accidentally touched my calf against ours for a nano-second.  I have a border-line 3rd degree burn the size of a tennis ball on my inner calf and never got to touch the ocean on Koh Phayam and still haven’t been able to get in the ocean yet.   My sister said it might be a few weeks before I can.

GOOD:  According to my silver-lining finding sister, scars – a huge one of which I will be sporting for the rest of my life – are evidence of living.  According to Bang, our Koh Phayam’s hotel owner, I join the ranks of many foreigners with a traditional Thai “tattoo”. Who’s jealous?

BAD:  There is virtually no medical care available on Koh Phayam. Medical supplies are severely limited.

GOOD:  The internet is really mind-blowing sometimes.  From Koh Phayam, I was able to gchat my sister’s iPhone in Santa Cruz.  She then sent a text to an ER doctor in San Jose who responded with how best to care for the burn – along with a smartass remark – which came back to me in g-chat via my sister’s iPhone.  So I had top-notch care AND an ER doctor’s attitude, all the way from California, despite being on an island in the middle of the Andaman Sea.

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icing wound at chomjan

So as I said, we found THE perfect place to stay.  Here are some GOOD & BAD aspects of the rest of our time on Koh Phayam at Chomjan Resort.

GOOD:  They made a MEAN fresh coconut shake at our place (where we ate every single meal – and not because we had to.  The food was THAT good.)

BAD: They, like, go and cut the coconut right off the tree out front so you have to wait for your shake.

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GOOD:  The kitten/puppy situation on Koh Phayam is out of control.  There were litters of 4 week old puppies everywhere you turned.  We had two puppies and a kitten at our bungalow.  Most people who read this blog know how happy puppies and kittens make me. Enough said.

BAD:  The kitten/puppy situation on Koh Phayam is out of control.  It appears that no animals are spayed or neutered and we were told that most of these litters of puppies and kittens will die in the wet season with the weather and with no one with means to care for them (less than 2,000 people live on the island).  This island needs a full time vet to spay and neuter and care for the animals.

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sweetest face ever right?

GOOD:  When staying at Chomjan, one can feed a kitten from the table with no repercussions.  That is, one will not end up with a spoiled, entitled cat for life if one chooses to do this (and that can be bad – ask my sister Megan as she is babysitting ours currently).

BAD:  I really couldn’t come up with a downside for this one.  Sorry.

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more rice please.

BAD:  We got some rain on Koh Phayam.  It is the “green” season after all.

GOOD:  There is little cuter in this life than a kitten playing with an umbrella.  Plus the rain was short and refreshing.

 

GOOD:  The beach we stayed on on Koh Phayam was exquisite.  Golden sand, gently lapping seafoam green waves, our footprints were the only ones on the sand, saw one other person on it the whole week, etc.  Total paradise.

BAD: We were lucky to have caretakers that really maintained the beach in front of their property.  If you walked 100 meters in either direction toward resorts that were closed for the low season, the beach was covered in trash – like really.  The trash does not come from Koh Phayam. No one seems to know really where it comes from but there are massive amounts of it – mostly plastic.  We try to help a little by declining plastic bags and requesting water bottle refills – better than nothing.

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storm coming in koh phayam

BAD: Remember how I busted our camera 2 weeks before Kumiko was arriving with a new one?  Ummm, yeah.

GOOD:  My engineer husband is bad ass and he can fix ANYTHING.  Just watch.  In Ranong, Gabe put his world-famous patience to the test and went in search of a way to repair our camera.  He found someone with tools, took it apart, and was able to take the pics we took on the built-in camera (with a max of 28 super-duper small pictures – how we EVER survived with rolls of film I will never know) and move them over to the memory card.  This bought us only 28 more pictures until Kumiko arrived but better than nothing.  But then, he persevered, and sought out his own tool kit and took that sucker totally apart.  He poked and prodded and tested until he got it to work.

And no, you can’t have him.  He’s mine.

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fixed, bitches - just not put back together yet.

 

Gabe also turns out to be a good scooter driver.

GOOD:  There is couple at Chomjan from Myanmar (Burma) that basically runs the place for the owner.  A married couple in their early 30’s – Yaow and Yo.  They are about the nicest, happiest, most generous, most smiley, most delightful, most eager to please people you will ever come across in your life.  Yo cooks and sews and massages like nobody’s business. Yaow is the best waiter, masseuse, and caretaker ever and his English is really good.

BAD:  Yaow and Yo are from the North of Myanmar (Mandalay), days of travel from Koh Phayam.  There, their children, ages 5 and 9, live with his parents and go to school.  They work for what is surely a pittance on Koh Phayam without complaining, and they call their children every time they get paid – as we understand it, that is once every two months.  They don’t know when they will next see their children and they send most of their salary home to their families.  With people as peaceful and grateful and sweet and kind as these two, you have no option but to give yourself a long hard look in the mirror any time you feel a complaint coming on.

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left to right, gabe, haley, super yaow and super yo.

BAD:  They don’t have french toast on the menu at Chomjan.

GOOD:  If you order it anyway and explain to Yaow how to make it, Yo will cook up some of the meanest deep friend coconut french toast you could ever imagine.

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best french toast in town and some very good banana pancakes.

BAD:  In the low season, Chomjan doesn’t serve seafood as it is not available on the island (go figure).

GOOD:  If you mention to Yaow that you might want fish for dinner, he’ll call the mainland and have a fresh fish delivered on the next day’s ferry for you.  He’ll pick it up personally and Yo will make a feast.

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called 3 flavor fish, but i think there were more than 3 flavors and they were all good.

GOOD:  Yaow and Yo do killer in-room couple massages.

BAD:  You literally have to talk/cajole them into accepting payment for said service.  And then double the price they quote you.

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burmese massage is way better than thai massage, especially when it's in your room looking out at the ocean

BAD:   Koh Phayam is a very modest island, not very touristed, with very limited services.  As such, at most places, power is available by generator from 6pm to 10pm and internet is almost non-existent.

GOOD: Koh Phayam is a very modest island, not very touristed, with very limited services. As such, at most places, power is available by generator from 6pm to 10pm and internet is almost non-existent.

BAD:  We had to leave Koh Phayam yesterday.

GOOD:  Kumiko just arrived and it is already overwhelmingly fun to have her here….and we get her all to ourselves for the next 9 days.  Eat your hearts out!

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scooter madness.

We arrived on the island of Ko Lanta today where we are starting our time with Kumiko.  I am sure there are many adventures to come.  Talk soon.

Love,

Haley, Gabe, AND Kumiko!

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Still Koh Tao, still no camera & Happy Birthday Scott

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surprise me now please

After Haley threw the camera on the ground, she got right into her PADI open water certification course and I went to try to fix the camera. Haley was successful and is now a real diver and I failed and our camera is still broken. Well, it’s not totally broken, it just can’t access the memory card, so we can only take about 40 low quality pictures on the built-in camera memory and we can’t get them off because we don’t have a cable. So, no more photos until Kumiko gets here or I find someone with the right cable.

Koh Tao is a strange and beautiful place. There are practically no Thai people here; everyone is a tourist or an immigrant from Myanmar, and most people are not so friendly. Maybe they are tired of tourists or maybe they don’t like my clothes, but for whatever reason the friendly smiles were much more plentiful in Bangkok. If it weren’t for that, we would probably stay right here in our bungalow staring out at the ocean and reading books and riding our scooter around and going diving – for a very long time. (Fortunately, there are no tourists or unfriendly people on our bungalow’s balcony, and there are a spectacular view, a really comfortable hammock, and nice Gulf of Thailand breezes.)

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balcony view at koh tao villa bungalow

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don't worry mom, I took my helmet off for the photo.

Instead our next plan is to venture across to the west coast and try an island called Koh Phayam and maybe go for a dive near the Similan Islands –  maybe as soon as tomorrow.

Other notes:

I tried to dive with Haley on her last day, but my sinuses were a bit plugged so I couldn’t get down more than a few meters before I had to come back up. I still have a little cold. I did follow her with a snorkel the whole dive and I tried to get her attention by dropping rocks and yelling, but no luck. I guess she was focused.

The island really is beautiful and some of the food is very good.  Last night we had Thai Style fish, which was the best fish I’ve had on our trip.

The weirdest thing I’ve seen on this island was a Bikini Bike (scooter) Wash.

The weather has been really good.  And while it’s much cooler here than Bangkok, it’s still really hot.

This island has mosquitoes the size of birds, but they’re slow as snails and now some are dead.

I got attacked and almost bitten by a trigger fish when I was snorkeling. Those guys are territorial and they mean business.

Pad Thai count is up to at least 15; Green Papaya salad count is at 1 as of last night but expected to rise quickly now.

We have some really beautiful light green and blue (and huge) lizards as roommates in our bungalow.

There’s this lady on the island (one of the few nice people) who makes some mean fried bananas at a roadside stand.  But you never know when she’ll be there – she totally plays with your emotions.

Yesterday we were in town and saw this great place to get massages with a gorgeous view of the beach and water.  But we decided we were too hot to get massages.  Huh?

Haley’s in the hammock.

Just now we saw 2 black tip sharks swimming in the shallow water in front of our bungalow. It wasn’t very scary from our balcony though.

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One Week in Bangkok (in numbers) and the World’s Our Oyster & Happy Birthday Suzy and Rob & Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms we know

 

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We started this blog on an overnight train from Bangkok to Chumphon, en route to the island of Koh Tao, and finished it on Koh Tao in our beachfront bungalow at Tao Thong Villas.

The Asia chapter of our living-simple adventure has started out awesomely.  We arrived in Bangkok after an epic, but super smooth journey from Argentina through South Africa.  Thailand is gorgeous and fascinating and different and overwhelming and captivating.  The beauty of everything about it is staggering.  I’ve been thinking a lot in numbers since we arrived here so I thought I’d do a blog in numbers.  If it bombs with this blog’s fans, I’ll turn the blog-writing back over to Master Gabe.

NUMBERS…….

14/1.5:  Inches of hair Haley/Gabe cut off prior to leaving Bs As

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31.5:  Hours of travel from Palermo Soho Apartment, Buneos Aires to Tavee Guesthouse, Bangkok

3:  Continents we walked on in that 31.5 hours

2: Hemispheres changed in that 31.5 hours (Southern to Northern and Western to Eastern)

1:  Flu caught en route to South Africa (Haley)

1: Shower we each got in the South Africa Airways First Class Lounge on our layover between back-to-back transcontinental redeyes

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chillin' in the lounge for special people in johannesburg

3:  Seats we each had to ourselves on the way to Thailand – awesome

5:  Average time we wake up each morning to try to beat the heat

9:  The hour of the morning at which one starts to cook in their own skin in the May heat of Bangkok (seriously)

84/99/95/100:  The lowest temp it has been since we arrived in Bangkok/Average daily temperature in Bangkok/Percentage of humidity in Bangkok/Percentage likelihood when it is that hot that you will throw all firm commitments to be as “green” as humanly possible at all times no matter what, out the proverbial window, and instead use multiple single beverage containers in one day, pay extra for an air conditioned room (and leave the ac on all night), and take taxis instead of public transportation anytime after 8:00am

2:  Times Gabe came close to having an I’m-way-too-hot-get-me-the-hell-out-of-here meltdown  (granted came close, not had, but that’s still amazing)

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that's hot.

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super big buddha - check out the size of the tiny person on the very left edge of the pic

5:  The number of malls we (yes, you read that right, Gabe and Haley in malls…together) visited in a two day period in Bangkok (relevant fact:  malls have AC)

1:  Pregnancy Test vending machine spotted in a mall ladies room

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500/500: Estimated number of plastic bags used between us in BKK for 7 days/The number of times we have said “no bag please”

0/0: Ways to obtain potable drinking water not in a brand new plastic bottle on Koh Tao/The amount of sense that makes

20:  Immediate increase in speed (in mph) of any Bangkok vehicle if they even suspect you might want to cross the street

4:  Minutes Haley was stranded in the middle of a 3-way, 8 lane intersection after getting caught halfway through trying to cross

18:  Age in months (approx.) of the napping co-pilot for a particularly cute taxi ride

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car seat might be safer but way less comfortable.

9 (at least):  Times Haley has eaten Pad Thai since we arrived

10,000: Number of times hotter the red curry is here than at home

50,000/6:  Amazing options of delicious looking street food in BKK/Options we actually tried because we can’t speak Thai (and between the two of us we can’t eat shellfish, beef and pork so communication is not happening much)

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600:  The cost in Thai Baht of a drink at The Dome Skybar on the 64th floor of Bangkok’s State Tower (where Hangover II was filmed)….and, incidentally, also the nightly cost of our beachfront bungalow on the Thai island paradise of Koh Tao.

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skybar view post sunset looking south.

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cold coconut view.

3/9:  Massages gotten so far – one Thai (Gabe never again), one foot, and one oil/Average cost in $USD per hour

11:  Rating on a scale of 1-10 of our super fun overnight train en route to Koh Tao

1:  The number of times Haley dropped our camera on a cement patio today

1:  The number of broken cameras we now have

>1:  Times Haley will have scuba dived in her lifetime prior to leaving Koh Tao

1000000:  The amount we love and miss and appreciate all of you for being in our lives.

So there’s a few stats for you all.  We are settled in happily to island living for the time being and eagerly awaiting our awesome friend Kumiko who arrives in two weeks to party with us in Thailand.  Until then, we’re going to keep eating lots of great Thai food, scoot around this gorgeous island on our scooter, and maybe partake in some of the epic diving it is famous for.

What gabe wrote before I took over:

It is 5 in the morning and I’ve been up for an hour. If anything was open, I’d be happy to be up in the ‘cool’ part of the day. It is 84F now with a high  of 99F yesterday. Last night we went up to the Sky Bar on the 64th floor of a big building. We tried to get there for sunset, but due to my poor navigation skills we got there a bit after. We enjoyed the view and the drink that cost as much as our hotel room and then ate some Thai food (popular here) and then came home and cranked the AC and passed out.

Other notes:

Haley is sleeping in the hammock on the balcony currently (948pm) and the stars are out and there is a nice breeze blowing through the bungalow.

Gabe is now hoping that he is not getting the sickness that haley had.

We found taxis to be way cooler than tuk tuks in bangkok because: they only try to rip you off once and then you tell them to use the meter and its always cheaper, AIR CONDITIONING… but tuk tuks are fun.

Gabe measures costs in terms of hours of massage instead of baht. e.g., that Wat (temple) just cost me 4 hours of massage… so I could have been lying down getting all rubbed up for hours in ac, but instead I’m walking around with all the tourists looking at buddahs and wearing pants and dying of heat? great. buenissimo. perfecto. listo. Don’t get me wrong, I like buddahs and temples (for the first 10 minutes), just not as much as a massage.

in the main river in bangkok there are millions of fish.. maybe catfish that somehow thrive in the nastiness.

 

Haley threw the camera on the floor and now it won’t work so we may not have any pics for a couple weeks. might be nice.

talk soon

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Adios America

Happy Bird-day Megan!

P1060142On our way from Iruya to Buenos Aires we spent one night in a nice hostel called Malka up on a hill looking out over the quebrada (canyon) in Tilcara. The town is a kind of strange mix between hippies and locals with nice views and hip restaurants. We enjoyed the views and a nice dinner and then pushed on to BA, a 22 hour journey on a sub-standard coche cama (but still not bad at all).

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view from hostel in tilcara

When we got to BA we headed straight for our friend Paula’s house. We had spent a lot of our time with Paula when we were in El Bolson and she had invited us to come stay with her and her family when we got to BA. It turns out that she has one of the nicest families around and they all treated us like king and queen for our first couple days in BA. Their house was a bit further from the center than we wanted to be, so we scoped out a nice modern studio in a part of BA called Palermo Soho, got a smoking good deal, and got ready to settle in for the next 10 days.

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paula turns 27

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Buenos Aires palermo pad

The afternoon we moved into our new place, it was cold and overcast so we picked up a chicken and rice dish from a nice little bakery and went to our cozy apartment and ate it up. After that we took a siesta. And after that, everything went to hell.

Haley woke up from the siesta feeling sick and unfortunately it turned out not to be just a feeling. She was very sick all afternoon, but luckily I wasn’t so at least I could do some taking care of. She felt a little bit better by the time we went to bed at 1am and we both fell asleep hoping all would be well in the morning. We were wrong. Haley woke up feeling sick at 3am and headed toward the bathroom. She didn’t quite make it. She lost consciousness half way there and fell down and smashed her face into the hardwood floor. Fortunately, although she doesn’t remember, we think she had started to sit down so she didn’t fall from as high. She had been carrying a glass to fill up with water so I woke up to this loud bang of glass on floor  (which I thought was body on floor) and ran over to see my dazed and confused wife waking up with a boxer cut above her eye.

I did my best to calm my dazzled girl and eventually she calmed down enough to make it back to bed. Luckily Haley’s sister Megan, who’s a paramedic, happened to be on skype and we called her up for a long distance video diagnosis. She couldn’t quite tell with the tiny video image if haley needed stitches, but she thought it might be worth it to head to the emergency room and get it looked at, plus get some fluids into her intravenously… only one problem: haley couldn’t stand or even sit up for more than 10 seconds without getting light headed and on the verge of passing out again. Lucky for us we just had to go about 30 ft to the elevator and then 30 ft to the front door of the building to get a taxi. An hour later the nice doorman had gotten us a taxi while haley lay on the floor in the lobby of our building. Off to the guardia (ER) with my sick wife.

We picked the public hospital because it was free and we figured that anyone could put some stitches and an iv in right? It was definitely a bit different than the hospitals we were used to at home. After getting the receptionist to look away from her soap opera that she had playing at full volume, she took down haley’s name and passport number (on a very basic form, with no carbon copies that the doc ended up sending home with us so there is literally NO record of us ever being there – so different from home) and sent us to a waiting area that was full of homeless people looking for a warm spot to pass the night and smelled like one of the carnicerias (butchers) with no refrigeration (which have been plentiful on this trip). Next a security guard came over and took us to a room and told us to grab any doctor we could find if we wanted a chance of seeing anyone anytime soon. It turned out he had taken us to the wrong room but soon we were in another nasty room which was the stitch room.  For the next 2 hours I stood in the hall and grabbed every doctor and nurse who walked by to ask if they could put in a few stitches. The big receptionist was back to focusing on her soap opera and was not happy when I asked her to check if anyone was coming. She called someone and yelled at them and still nobody came.  After 2 hours a doc came and said the cut didn’t need stitches and put some steri strips (like stitch bandages) on and said if we were worried about haley not being able to sit up for more than 10 seconds than we might want to see a specialist and have her evaluated..maybe another 5 hours wait.  He didn’t mention that haley’s inability to be upright might have something to do with being severely dehydrated and we should maybe take care of that. WebMD told me that and my good doctor friends confirmed it. After another 15 hours of filling haley with electrolytes and water and lying in bed she was healed.

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This picture makes this room look very clean. I promise it wasn't.

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muhammad haley after her fight with the floor.

During this time we also got addicted to Breaking Bad, which at this point we are not happy about.

Two days later I got food poisoning too, but not nearly as bad. Funny that much of our time in Central and South America we have been eating unrefrigerated food from street fairs where they use one bucket of water to wash dishes for the day and nothing happened. We come to the fancy euro capital Buenos Aires and get super ill.

Other than that, we saw lots of Bs As sights (Jardin Botanico, Recoleta Cemetary, fancy mansions, Belle Arts museum, Eva Peron museum, Puerto Madero and its Bs As casino, San Isidro, Casa Rosada, Puente de la Mujer, Congresso, Teatro Colon, Palermo Hollywood, Palermo Viejo, Palermo Soho, Palermo normal, Las Canitas, Retiro, San Telma Feria, craaaaaaaaaaaazy Florida street, and much, much more).   We also took Tango lessons (tango is NOT for me but Haley loved it) and heard an amazing Tango orchestra, ate at some cool restaurants and rode the bus and subway (SubTe) a lot.  We also got to hang with some great friends we met in Argentina in earlier travels.  As we said, we stayed with Paula for the first couple of days but we also went to her birthday party over the weekend and met all of her wonderful friends.  And we had a super fun (and delicious) evening at Caro and Quique’s uber cool apartment in Congreso.  Wish we could move all of the great people we have met on this trip to California….

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louder dammit

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best dinner in BA

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yayyy.

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big flower in ba. i think it used to close up at night, but it didn't look like it was functioning when we saw it.

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yayyy.

Today we get on a plane to Bangkok via Johannesburg and stop speaking Spanish and hopefully get some tasty food and massages soon.

Other notes:

Everyone here between 18 and 35 has facial piercings a la Cindy Crawford mole (like a stud where her mole is).

Walking through the streets of Bs As is a constant game of chicken.  If you are not an Argentine, we promise that you will lose this game.  If you want to not get bumped into, YOU have to move .  Also, when a pedestrian tries to cross the street, cars generally accelerate and swerve toward you.

Our neighborhood in Bs As was popular with transvestite hookers.  We got home late a lot so that was interesting to watch….

I tried to learn a little thai with Rosetta Stone, but it’s really hard.

There are so many people, cars, and buses in this city it’s nuts.  It makes Manhattan look mellow.

We are pretty scared about the tropical heat to come.

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San Luis-Villa General Belgrano-Humahuaca-Iruya-San Isidro-Iruya-…

As usual, I’ve waited too long to write a blog and now there is too much to say without being bored of writing and you being bored of reading…so be prepared to be bored. When I last left off we were on a bus from the dog rescue to couch surfing. Since then we couch surfed in San Luis (worst, weirdest), relaxed in the German settled Villa General Belgrano (best, weirdest) and explored a tiny area in the north of Argentina called Iruya (best) with a quick stop in Humahuaca (good) on the way. Again in reverse chronological order:

We’re on the bus AGAIN.This time a slow-ass 4+ hour journey  from Iruya to Tilcara. The reason it is so slow is that the first 48km are on a dirt road that goes from 8400 feet to 13,200 feet (and back down again), and that goes back and forth more times than _______ (fill in blank for fun). It is unbelievable that this road exists and that multiple buses use it every day. It is also unbelievably beautiful.

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road to iruya

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there happens to be an atm in iruya which means armored truck. all that money and they are broke as a joke. if only i coulda sold them a radiator hose i'd be rich.

Earlier today I convinced Haley to hike straight up a mountain that people had advised us was not a good idea, but they were not good sources and I could tell (using my poker skills). Remind me to write a book “Training for travel via Poker”. Well, we were both happy when we only had to go straight up for about 1 hour to about 10,000ft to get to a spectacular lookout over the valley and Iruya town. (best) This time we brought our temporary dog Lobo. We all drank water and ate avo, tomato and cheese sandwiches at the top. When we climbed to the lookout we saw 3 people.  The first was a guy bringing his horse down from the cerro (the peak) where the horse ate delicious grass (he also mentioned that there were other guys up higher branding cows – we saw the fire and heard the cows – Haley was not happy about the latter part).  The second was a guy coming down with a small backpack on doing who knows what, and the third was a 70 yr old (estimated) indigenous woman. She told us she was resting when we saw her, which seemed like a good idea as she was 70 and climbing straight up a hill that we had huffed and puffed to get up. When we asked her where she was going she said that she was going to her casa which is ridiculous (see pic below).  Not only was there no house in sight, meaning she had a lot further to go, it is crazy that anyone lives where she explained her house was.  I wish I could explain better how amazed we were that people actually came up this trail and that this trail even existed at all.(weirdest)

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echo cho cho cho

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haley high above iruya

Yesterday we hiked back to Iruya from a tiny town called San Isidro (population: 280) and did laundry by hand on our balcony at Hosteria Asunta and ate chicken twice at the feria, where all the people from all the surrounding villages get together to sell stuff and play bingo every month. Unfortunately we were too late to play bingo. The day before that we hiked to San Isidro (3 hours) with another temporary dog, Pancho, who stuck close after we gave him a piece of a less than average factura (pastry) as we were heading out of Iruya. Part of the way there we met up with 3 nice fellow travelers from Buenos Aires (Pablo, Kique and Caro) and the 6 (Pancho included) of us continued, chewing coco leaves and getting wet crossing the river multiple times all the way up to San Isidro.  We arrived at picturesque San Isidro, ate empanadas at the only open comedor in town (Pancho too) and wandered the single track trails that made up San Isidro’s “streets”. (best)

Also, pigs welcomed us back to iruya

 

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who says i never do laundry?

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one of haley's iruya posse.

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cool, right?

 

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gabe an pancho heading to san isidro

 

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gabe, haley, pancho, caro, pablo and kique (left to right)

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in case you can't tell haley better not slip.

Haley and I decided to spend a night in this tiny village mostly just to experience something very far from anything we had experienced so far. We found a great little room at Hospedaje Laura with a view out over the valley and settled in for what turned out to be a stormy night. Haley thought it might be the most remote place we have ever stayed and I disagreed, but still can’t think of a more remote place. We were the only two non-locals in the town that night and we ate empanadas at the only place that would cook them for us after I begged Teresa the chef to step away from carving up her recently (like an hour before) killed cow to do just that (Haley noted she had blood on her shoes when she served us dinner – apparently they bring a cow down from the cerro once a week to slaughter and sell, so Wednesday nights aren’t great for Teresa). (weirdest) It rained hard in the night and we both woke up in the night wondering if we might be stranded in San Isidro for a bit, but the rain had stopped when we woke up and all that was left was a very cool and spooky fog to walk home in. On the way back we also found the trail that doesn’t require any river crossing and tried our best to mark it for the next people.

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yes, those are cow guts in the black bucket and no, that meat is not going to be refrigerated for a long time if ever.

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elementary school in san isidro

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our hospedaje in san isidro

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San Isidro this way. we made that sign so people wouldn't cross the river 5 times and get very wet like we did, when they can take a nice path instead.

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easy peasy

Before San Isidro we had spent 2 nights in Iruya and done a little bit of exploring.  Our first full day we wandered the streets of Iruya and headed up a small canyon off the main river.  We did a little rock climbing to be able to get a little closer to the waterfall we could see but after about 30 minutes we met our match.  We also explored the main river canyon, chatting with some workers who were, via old fashioned manual labor, moving huge rocks and digging with pick axes and shovels to keep the flow of this giant riverbed from eroding the town of Iruya.  We were feeling pretty lucky to have the lives we have when.

 

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no problem.

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way in the back is the town of iruya

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skinny part of a canyon

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haley resting at the confluence of big rivers.

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typical iruya street

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this is blue. craziest eyes ever.

 

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view better be good if i'm paying 15 pesos ($3.75) for a cup of coffee.

Our first night in Iruya we arrived just after dark after an amazingly scenic bus ride and a really pleasant day in Humahuaca.  Humahuaca is a largely indigineous town about 70km away from Iruya.  We wandered around, ate our first really good food in Argentina – street/market meal of Pollo Picante sitting amongst locals, looking up at the Quebrada de Humahuaca.  We also checked out an electronic benediction from the main town church (weird), looked in vain for an ice cream cone (worst), and hiked up to a couple of really nice view points out over the valley (best).  The 10,000 foot altitude was not lost on us as we climbed up to said viewpoints.

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on the way to iruya

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above humahuaca.

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haley on humahuaca stairs

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this guy came over and told me that this was the biggest cactus. i was like "wow, in all of humahuaca, agentina?". but no, just in the general vicinity. he was drunk.

We got to Humahuaca on an insanely beautiful ride from Juyjuy through the Quebrada (canyon) de Humahuaca.  Pic below.

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bus pic.

We got to Juyjuy on an overnight Cama Suite bus after a nice few days of (well-deserved chilling – see San Luis below) in Villa General Belrgrano . We had a sweet room at a place with gorgeous grounds in the trees outside of town.  We spent a few days wandering the cute streets of this German-settled town, drinking artisanal beer, hiking up to some view points (as usual) and chilling on the gorgeous grounds of our hotel (chillest).

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up on virgin hill above villa general belgrano

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scott, this microbrew is for you.

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i love haley.

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nice hostel bench in villa general belgrano

 

Villa General Belgrano was kind of an accident because – as I mentioned in the last post – we went to San Luis after we left Crisitina and the dogs.  This, however, was a mistake (worst).  We had our first couch surfing experience (pretty sure this is hit or miss – host was great, the accommodations and neighborhood were NOT) and it turned out that San Luis really did not have a lot to offer, at least not for us.  After one bad day in “La Florida” (we lasted about 10 minutes once we arrived, it took about 5 hours total travel to and from) and one weird(est) but fun day in Potrero de los Funes (we walked 11km on a virtually empty mountain road to get to this town with a racetrack, literally, for a main road around its lake.  There we had a snack in a floating restaurant on the lake and played electronic roulette in the sad hotel casino (we won).  We could not get out of there fast enough.

 

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floating cafe on lake with race track around it at a casino in the middle of nowhere. weirdest for sure.

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waiting for the bus at turn 3.

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dear mom, in san luis, pleas send skateboard and helmet.

So that’s it. Now we are on our way to spend our last night in Northern Argentina in the town of Tilcara en route – finally – to Buenos Aires for our last couple of weeks in Argentina.  Sorry again for the long post.  Thanks for reading and caring.

 

 

Other Notes:

 

The suburb of La Punta outside San Luis might be the most depressing place we have ever visited.

We are pretty sure the residents of Iruya and San Isidro have never experienced stress in their lives.  And the street dogs of Iruya are the happiest and healthiest we have seen anywhere.  Probably not a coincidence.

Haley is worried that the coca leaves (same plant that is used to make cocaine) we ate on the trail to San Isidro (a local tradition in Northern Argentina, it is supposed to help with the altitude) will make her test positive for cocaine if she gets drug tested in the near future.

I left the atm card in the atm machine again in San Luis.  Miraculously, we were able to get it back the next morning after coughing up a passport and about 10,000 signatures to the bank jefe.

We fed carrots to a lot of burros in Iruya.  Everyone has one.

Haley wrote at least half of this post.

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