Hopefull this time round i'll have more of a clue about things.
8.12.09 21 °C
Since last I found the time to write a hell of a lot has happened. There has been tears, laughter, drinks followed by hangovers, a week and a half in Montevideo and spanish classes. So lets go back to the beginning....well not quite that far but at least back a couple of weeks.
The trip wound up in Santiago on the 24th of November and Col and I flew out to Montevideo on the 25th. For those who don't know Montevideo is the capital of Urugauy and is on the Rio La Plata. The widest river in the world and it runs between BA and Montevideo. It is quite a wierd experience for a queenslander to go swimming at the beach (the term is used very loosely here as there are little to no waves) and not come up with eyes stinging and nose running from the salt water. Being a river this is obviously fresh water and even the freshwater reeds growing by the side of the water are testament to this.
Montevideo is lovely and not just because the men in Urugauy are very attractive (a lot taller then then men on the rest of the continent which is a plus) and I could even be convinced to swap my Argentinian Polo Player for a Urugyaun Rugby Player. A few higlights from montevideo.....a man wearing a cravat that was not Matt Preston; riding my bike along the Rambla (esplanade) in Pocitos and nearlly falling off while gazing at the beautiful people running and riding past; heading to the fresh food markets and buying 200g of oilves for about 1$US and a kilo of beautiful strawberries for less than 2$US; having a 'Mez' moment and peddaling faster to try and keep up with the butt that had just passed me by while riding to spanish class; trying to convince my spanis teacher that there are more Australian bands worth listening to than just AC/DC and Midnight Oil (don't get me wrong, both great bands but what about Powderfinger, Jet, Empire of the Sun etc) and then of course there was spending time with my surrogate family Marika, Robbie, Gabs, Claire, Mateo and of course Colin.
And then of course there was my spanish course.....this is where the tears come in. I remember the boys at EnviroCom used to freak out and not know what to do when one of us girls had a teary moment. Well that is exactly how my spanish teacher felt when i spontaneously combusted into tears after his pacing round the room and yelling at me finally became too much. In my defense I was a little homesick, hormonal and I was still thinking about the beautiful people at Pocitos so I wasn't remembering my words as much as I should have been. So once I firmly told him (and no i didn't yell back) "i can't learn like this" he decided to change his approach to 'softly, softly' as he put it. Well he could have just done this in the first place. To his credit he did change his style and we went on to have a laugh and I actually learnt how to speak a little more spanish.
So now we are 12 hours out from meeting our next group. Trouble is we have a broken truck. That's right, Gaucho has decided it doesn't want to leave Santiago just yet. So we are not shipping out to Pucon until Friday at the earliest Saturday at the latest (I say with crossed fingers). At least we are staying at a really nice hostel; La Casa Roja. An old building that has been convereted into a hostel. It has a pool out the back, big grassy areas, a great kitchen and is owned by an Australian called Simon (the cricket nets out the back are a dead giveaway for this).
Well i'd best be off to make breakfast. For those of you who are craving photos I have put some up. Enjoy the warm Brissie weather and stay safe. I'll speak to you all soon.