24.12.11

Een heerlijke kerstnacht


Aangekomen op de terminal in Cusco raken we aan de praat met een Duitse. Samen nemen we de taxi naar het centrum, Plaza de Armas, zoals elk plein in elke stad heet. Daar aangekomen om 5 uur 's ochtends zien we een drukte van jewelste. Er waren heel veel mensen als sardientjes vlakbij het plein aan het slapen. Sommigen werden net wakker. Op het plein aangekomen begreep ik het; dit waren de marktlui die allemaal een kraampje op het plein hadden.

Voor we in Cusco aankwamen hadden Lua en ik geen kerstgevoel. Maar op dit plein veranderde dat direct. Lichtjes, kerstverziering, muziek en kraampjes die opgezet werden. Snel liepen we al naar een hostel waarvan we het adres hadden gekregen van Nacho, een mede reiziger die we in Brazilie hebben ontmoet. In de hostel hebben we een kamer met de Duitse Charlotte gedeeld. Het was 10 Sol per nacht per persoon. Dat is zo'n 3 euro en erg goedkoop.


Ik heb de camera gepakt en ben gelijk naar buiten gelopen, omdat de zon aan het opkomen was en dat altijd een goed moment is om mooie foto's te maken. Op het plein raakte ik al schietend aan de praat met de locals die hun kraampjes aan het opzetten waren. 1 ervan is in mijn geheugen gegrieft. Javier, de metaalbewerker die kunst maakt uit schroot. Hij had grote en kleine beelden op zijn kraam staan die voornamelijk uit metaal gemaakt waren en tot in de details bewerkt. Prachtig was het.

Net nadat ik Javier en zijn beelden verlaat kom ik Lua tegen die met ontbijt mijn kant op komt lopen. Joepie! Love my girl! Ze zeggen dat liefde door de maag gaat en ik ben het er helemaal mee eens.

We hebben samen nog een rondje om het plein gelopen terwijl de opbouw van de kerstmarkt nog in volle gang was. De vermoeidheid van de busreis afgelopen nacht sloeg toe, dus we hebben besloten om een dutje te doen om daarna zelf de markt op te gaan met onze spulletjes.

Geen idee hoelaat we wakker werden maar het was nog vroeg. Op de markt hebben we een plekje gevonden waar ik kon spelen en waar er ruimte was voor onze sieraden. Net een leuk koppeltje leren kennen die naast ons kwam zitten toen de eigenaar van ons perseelnummer ten tonele kwam. Dus opkrassen en opzoek naar het volgende plekje. Ik had trouwens wel al wat centen verdient met het spelen.

Het was lastig om een nieuw plekje te vinden want er werd lokale kerstmuziek afgespeeld waardoor mijn instrument, de HAPI, niet tot zijn recht kwam. Na wat zoeken kwamen we gelukkig weer een ruimte tegen zonder eigenaar. Spullen uitgestald, wierookje aangedaan en lekker spelen. Lua verkocht wat sieraden en voorbijgangers gooiden wat centjes in mijn muts.

Later in de middag begon het te regenen en verhuisden we naar een overdekte doorgang. Daar vloeiden de centen helaas minder rijkelijk en ook Lua verkocht minder. Kort daarna zijn we maar gestopt en terug naar de hostel gegaan. Bij elkaar hebben we toch nog wat overnachtingen verdient.

Lekker uitgerust in de hostel om 's avonds uitgebreid uit eten te gaan. We gingen eerst een klein rondje lopen om wat meer van het centrum te zien. We liepen langs een winkeltje die er leuk uitzag dus we stopten even om wat rond te neuzen. Een relaxte gast die in de deuropening stond zei "pase", als in kom binnen waarop hij iets in de trend zei van "que buscan, todo es possible..." Er was dus wiet te koop. Eerst moest ik 3 verdiepingen omhoog om vervolgens belachelijk hoge prijzen te horen te krijgen. Paste niet in ons bugdet... Geen wiet dus met Kerst.

In plaats daarvan hebben we maar een cocktail gedaan in een of andere trendy bar en daarna zijn we heerlijk gaan eten. Voorgerecht, hoofdgerecht (voor lua was dit gerosterde cavia, tipisch peruaans) en een flesje roze cava. We zaten zo vol dat er geen toetje of koffie meer in kon.

Toen we tipsy en vol naar onze hostel waggelden kwamen we langs een gast die fluistere: "Amigo coca, marija, acido?" De kerstman gundo ons blijkbaar wel een lekker jointje, want voor minder dan een tientje hebben we heerlijke wiet bemachtigd.

Terug in onze kamer vind ik op het kastje een tekening van een kerstboom met eronder een pakketje met mijn naam erop. Een leuke broek van de kerstman gekregen! Na het passen heb ik een wietje gedraaid en met Lua opgerookt toen we opeens heel veel geknal hoorden van vuurwerk. Ik kijk Lua vragend aan en die zegt "Ja, ik heb je helemaal niet verteld hoe ze kerst vieren in Zuid-Amerika! Het is hier heel normaal om veel vuurwerk af te steken en iedereen gaat da straat op."


In onze hostel konden we wat verdiepingen omhoog, waar we een mooi uitzicht hadden over de stad die op verschillende berghellingen verspreid ligt. Er waren overal knallen en kleurtjes. Ik heb er samen met mijn vrouwtje naar gekeken, het was een mooi spektakel.

Ongeveer een half uur later, toen het vuurwerk minder was, besloten we naar een barretje te gaan waar we over hadden gelezen en die Javier (de metaalkunstenaar) ons ook al had aangeraden.

Ukuku's bar was vrijwel leeg en de dansvloer was iets te fel verlicht dus besloten we een tafeltje te pakken, de stoelen opzij te schuiven en daar lekker te dansen op de vele verschillende muziekstijlen die door de dj gedraaid werden. Ik heb een Pisco sour gedronken die mijn keel wegbrandde door het hoge zuurgehalte.
En "Could you be loved" van Bob Marley liet me bijna exploderen van liefde voor alles en iedereen.

Even later zijn we naar een andere bar gegaan om daar de sfeer te proeven. Ik ben gelijk naar de bar gelopen en heb daar een cocktail besteld "Maakt niet uit welke, als hij maar zoet is!". Het werd een Pina Colada. Ik vond het allemaal prima zolang ik mijn keel maar kon blussen... Door de muziek konden mijn benen niet stil blijven, voor ik het wist stond ik weer te dansen. Dit keer in mijn eentje... Heb vaak het gevoel dat mensen niet durven.

Ik heb lol gehad met Lua, praten, dansen, knuffelen, maar zoals meestal is mijn liefje vrij snel moe en besluit ze zittend in slaap te vallen. Ik heb haar maar mee naar huis genomen waar we in elkaars armen in een 1 persoonsbed in slaap zijn gevallen.

Wat een heerlijke kerstnacht.

21.12.11

I find my joy...

I find my joy in the simple things
Coming from the earth


I find my smile in the sun that shines
and the water that sings to me


Listen to the wind and listen to the water
Hear whatthey say


Singing
Heya heya heya heya heya heya ho


Let us never forget , never forget
To give thanks


Give thanks, give thanks
Give thanks and praise


Singing
Heya heya heya heya heya heya ho!!





9.12.11

22 on the 22st


Once upon a time a princes woke up on the day of her birthday.
She had been traveling for the past 10 months,
so she found herself being far away from all her loved ones with whome she normally celebrated this special day...

She had missed her friends and family a lot the past vew weeks.
But today it wouldn't matter,
because she felt they where closer than ever.

She had recived several phonecalls in this far-away-land.
She had red over 60 wallpost with birthday greetings.
And in her mailbox she found a beautiful birthday-poem.

The day before she had been planning a bigg dinner.
She had invited all her new friends,
the ones she had met during her 10 month travel in this far-away-land...

On the day of her birthday her friends started dropping in,
one by one, untill there were 8 people sitting around the table.
Some of her guest had brought gifts others had given her a lot of kisses and hugs.

The food the princes had been preparing was delicious.
The drinks where sweet and limi.
And also the cake was a great succes!

On the end of the day the princes felt very happy...
Because it turnes out, it was one of the best days of her life.

The End.

8.12.11

Avocado conditioner

The day before yesterday was my beauty-day.
My hair was very dry from the sun so I decided to condition it and cut it.

It's already a week that I stopped using chemical shampoo an conditioner, so I decided to make my own conditioner with natural stuff. And it worked!

I used one avocado, one egg and lime juice... Mixed it all together and let it sit in my hair for 20 minutes et voila!

My hair is nice and shiny again and it feels very soft!
So try it yourself!

5.12.11

Sint en Piet

Suddenly there was a hard knock on my door.... 
Then the door flew open and some things where thrown in.
It happened in less then a second...
At first we didn't understand...
But when we saw the "pepernoten" lying on our floor everything started to make sense...

Today is Sinterklaas. 
It is 5 December and in Holland everybody has been celebrating this national holiday. 
But we...
We are in a small village in Bolivia called Rurrenabaque...
And well, we had totally forgotten about Sinterklaas. 

And then suddenly the truth struck me:
Somewhere far away from here there is a world...
A world spinning in his own particular way...
A world where I used to belong...
But I don't belong anymore... 

Not to that world at least.

My world is totally different from that world...
My world has more trees than buildings...
In my world there are monkeys and macaws...
In my world there are travelers who all left their worlds for a different reason...

What was my reason?
Well... I wanted to get to know different worlds...

16.9.11

Allemaal veranderd

A few days ago my little brother posted this song on my wall telling me to listen to is carefully because he was feeling the same way... I started crying as soon as the second part of the song began.



Thank you Gaeta end never forget that I love you and I always will.

9.8.11

That feeling

I'm shure you know that feeling...
That feeling you're standing at a crossroad and you don't know wich way to go. That hopeless feeling of not knowing what is best.
That feeling of knowing you are the only one who has to make the dessision and live with the consequenses although everyone around you has something to say...
That feeling of not wanting to pick but knowing you have to.
That feeling.
Yes that feeling.
I'm shure you know that feeling.


I find myself having that feeling.
I'm standing at that crossroad.
Not knowing what to do.

The bigg decission I have to make is the same one we all have to make growing up.
What am I going to do with my life?
What will I become?

Generally it goes like this:
You arrive in this world.
Hopefully your parents have time for you and you skip kindergarden and start school at age 4 or 5.
Otherwise you start school before age 1.
From your 4th till you turn 11 you go to primary school.
After that there is highschool untill you turn 18 and then comes university.
When you graduate at age 23 or 24 you start working and if you're lucky you have 1 month vacation every year. Otherwise you you just enjoy some national holidays and your weekends of.
You work untill your 67th birthday and then if your health is still good you can finally start living your life the way you want it.

I know this is a very black and white sketch but lets face it, the system is build for everyone to live their lives in this way. At least in first world countries.
You are always expected to keep on studying and when you stop studying you have to start working. If you decide to live your life in a diffrent way, most people around you will get alarmed and tell you a lot of crap about security and happyness.
"Yes, but what about money? What will you do to earn money? How will you pay for your happiness?"
Well that's the fucking problem in this world! People think that the amount of money you have on your bankaccount equals the amount of happiness in your life. Well that just aint true.

So what is the correct way to live your life?
Well I have to admit, I don't know, nobody knows...
But I think that it is by living by the moment and living with your guts without being afraid of living just the way you want to live your life.

Good Luck with that!

30.7.11

Awnser to your invitation

as you know i´m a laizy fucker... not only that somehow i never know how to start or i don´t feel like writing... another thing is that at the moment i have no clue what to write about
so i dont know what´s going to happen...
hope you wont be dissapointed

Invitation

Hello my darling,

How are you? I´m shure your asking yourself right now `Why is she emailing me, while I´m sitting right next to her?´
Well I´ll awnser your question.
I have created a blog almost a year ago...
That blog was meant to be some kind of travel journal.
I´ve written a lot in my journal since I left Amsterdam...
The problem is that the blog is becomming a one-woman story and it was meant to be a two-men story.
We are both traveling and seeing the same things,
meeting the same people,
but in the journal the stories are only written from my perspective...
the way I see them...

I would love it if you would take some time and write something as well.
So thats why I´m writing you this official invitation:

Would you like to blog with me?

25.7.11

Today.

Today I'm not in a happy mood.
I'm not unhappy,
and I'm not sad.
I don't know what I am at the moment.

I realise that todays mood mainly has to do with the fact that I'm on my period.
I tend to get very emotional when I'm on my period.

Dennis read what I was writing and wrote:
i know i'm not helping either....
it will get better because i will give you all the attention that you need
i love you mi principesa....
srce moje.

You fel asleep after writing me this message...
I don't know how you plan on giving me a lot of attention while you are asleep.
But well.
I will have to make myself feel better.
Just like I was planning to in the first place.

I need to talk about my feelings.
When I talk to somebody about my feelings I reason them much better.
Thats why I love talking.
I think much better when I talk.

The problem now is that I'm on the other side of the world.
Far from where my friends are.
I haven't had a good talk with one of my friends in ages.
I miss them.
Especially now.

hmmppfffff.

I feel alone
Even though I know I'm not alone.

I've been traveling for 9.5 months.
And at the pace we have been traveling I know that the rest of our trip is going to take us more than 2 years.
I don't know if I want this.
I also don't know if I would go home before finishing what I started.
Partially because I like the traveling
Partially because I don't want to fail
And partially because I don't know what to go home to.
I don't even have a home at home.

I'm starting to cry now.
I don't know why.
It's just emotions.
Just tears.
No more than that.

Yesterday I watched a documentary.
"Gasland".
The day before I watched another documentary.
"Waiting for superman".
This wasn't a very good idea.
Documentaries tend to make me sad.
Every time I watch one I feel something brake.
A part of my dream of having a better world breaks.
It breaks because I can't imagine change in a world where so many things are wrong.

Normally I'm a very optimistic person.
"The glas is half full" kind of girl.
Today I'm not.

The past few weeks have been very strange for me.
I have thought a lot but not enough.
I have thought about what my friend told me about wanting to change the world and making a list about how to start doing that just by looking at herself.
I tried to come up with a list.
It isn't that difficult actually.
I already have my list for months.
My problem is not in making the list but in deciding to live by it.
I know I want to change some things in my life.
But I also know that it is going to be chalanging to do it.
Thats why I keep proloning it.

A few weeks ago a guy whom I had just met told me that the problem in this world is that people are afraid.
Afraid to live their lifes the way they want to.
Afraid to do what they want to.
Afraid, just afraid.
He said that if people weren't so afraid there would be no depression
just happiness.

What James said makes me think.
James that was his name.
Yes, he makes me think of my own little depression of today.
If I wasn't afraid of changing those things that I want to change in my life I wouldn't have anything to be sad about.
I wouldn't be sad.
Thats what I am right now.
Sad.

The only reasonable thing to do right now is to write down my list and start living by it.
So here it goes:

- I want to look up more info about good ecologic nutrition.
- Stop drinking soda's or other non natural drinks.
- Stop eating fabricated food.
- Always try to find food that is organic or made at a farm.
- Always try to know where my food comes from.
- No more alcohol.
- Sport, strech and meditate every day.
- Find a volunteer project to work at.
- Find a Permacultura course to take.
- Find a good place for a spiritual retreat in Asia.

Basically think, feel and act ecological and sustainable. I don't want to be one of the reasons Gaia comes to an end...
Change.
Thats what I need.

20.7.11

A true love story

Once upon a time a young couple decided to go on a trip around the world together...
They traveled and traveled...
Trough foreign countries and mountain scenery...

Trough deserted towns and favellas...
Until one day they arrived in alittle town called Paraty.
They where bored and decided to make a corny movie together...





8.7.11

My Jewels

Not all of you know but 6 months ago I started to make my own jewelry. I met an artesano called Marino on the streets in El Bolson and after meeting him again in El Chalten he offered me to teach me everything he knows. I always wanted to make my own jewels but I never knew where to start... you can imagine that I could't resist Marino's offer.

Dennis and I stayed 3 weeks more than planned in El Chalten. During the day Marino would teach me his craft and at night we would go out and sell it in the local bars and hostels. I learned SO much during our stay in El Chalten!

As soon as we got to Buenos Aires I bought my own materials and started working on my own creations. I've already sold a lot of my work on the streets. And I can proudly say that I developed my own style.

About my work:
I work with natural materials such as gem stones, feathers, seeds, alpaca and copper. My work is made by hand and therefore always unique.

My work is always directly connected with the country I'm in. A different country means different materials and different things that influence me, so that's why every piece has a own story and meaning behind it.

I hope you enjoy my work:

















22.6.11

Ruta 40, the Argentinian route 66 (30-11-2010/03-12-2010)

After our adventures in El Bolson Dennis and I originally would go see the whales in Puerto Madryn. But our stay in Bolson extended so many days that we had missed the wales and there was no reason anymore to visit the town on the Argentinian coast. 

We had heard about a little town called El Chalten in the south of Argentina and decided to continue our journey in that direction. Since Dennis and I have all the time in the world we decided to try to hitchhike the estimated 2278 km to the south. The most adventures way to do this was to take the famous Ruta 40. 

Hitchhiking Ruta 40 is not the easiest nor the fastest way to travel. Big parts of the route aren't cemented yet and that's why a lot of drivers traveling to the south often take the paved Ruta 3 by the coast. Hitchhiking would be difficult because only a few cars per day would travel our route. Also this part of the country is well known for its strong winds and cold temperature. But Dennis and I didn't want to miss the scenery of the virgin lands around Ruta 40 and we really wanted to visit the famous Cueva de las Manos, so we packed enough food and water and started our journey...

Day 1.
Almost midday and Dennis and I are standing in the burning sun. No tree or bush to shelter us from the heat... We wanted this right? It's hard to look friendly and keep smiling under these conditions. But it sure is necessary, who would otherwise want to pick up two sweaty strangers?

This was the day Dennis and I learned that if you want to hitchhike you should get up early and get your stuff ready as soon as possible, because you don't want to miss the early birds going to work and you certainly don't want to stand on the side of the road at midday.

Luckily we were picked up in less then an hour and a few hours later we had traveled the 161 km, to Esquel, we had planned for the day. 

Tomorrow we would hitch in the direction of the coast to take Ruta 3 because the guy at the camping had convinced us in the morning that hitchhiking Ruta 40 was risky and very, very slow.

But that afternoon, in the hostel, we met some travelers who where traveling from the south on their mountain-bikes. As usual we compared our trips: where we had been, where we were heading... And so it came to be that they told us we shouldn't miss traveling Ruta 40 because it was worth it and not as slow and risky as the camping guy had told us. The best thing about traveling is that plans always change as quickly as they were made... 

And so we where back to our original plan: Hitchhiking Ruta 40.

Day 2.
We woke at 6 and by 7.30 we where walking out of town with our tums up. 

In less then 20 minutes a car stopped and the driver screamed over the roar of the passing cars: "Go to the gas station, I will be waiting there for you and I will take you with me to Governador Costa!" and then he drove of leaving Dennis and me with a huge question mark on our foreheads... 

How do we get to the gas station before him leaving? Will he wait? Is he bluffing? Why couldn't we get in now? What do we do if we get another good ride, do we get of the gas station and risk it?

Luckily the next driver to stop was a man going to the north but willing to take us to the gas station! We where really lucky because when we got to the station the first driver was waiting for us and before midday he dropped us of at a little town called Gobernador Costa, 200 km further along our way.

We started walking again to the end of the town. As soon as we passed the town gate one of the men of the Gendarmery post shouted that we had to come inside and show our passports. As you know, our Dutch passports aren't very popular with the kind policemen... This time as soon as they saw that we are Dutch their expression changed and they said: "Aaaah, hmmm, Holanda.... Marihuana... Fuman?" "No, not every Dutch citizen smokes pot." I answered. It seems they like that answer much more then the one Dennis had given 2 weeks earlier, because before finishing my sentence the two men where kindly smiling at us. Hell, they even offered to stop the bus going to El Chalten so we could arrange something (of the books) with the bus-driver. Though this was very tempting for us, Dennis and I said no and continued hitchhiking.  

We got picked up by a truck driver who left us 40 km from Rio Mayo (another little town in the middle of nowhere). At the spot where the truck-driver left us we made a little video to keep us busy while we waited for the first car to pass by.


After a total of 4 rides, 410 km and a whole day of hitchhiking we decided that we where going to spend the night in Rio Mayo. This was easier said then done, because Rio Mayo is so small that the only camping was closed in off season and the only (crappy) hotel was much to expensive...
During our 6 day hiking trip in the mountains around Bolson we met a guy who gave us a great tip: "When you don't know where to sleep, ask the firemen for help. Most of the times they let you camp in their backyard."
We tried that, but it didn't work. We ended up sleeping at a "Valdio" (piece of land without an owner) in front of the fire department. Just in case we also went to the police station to tell them we where sleeping there because the hotel was to expensive. Luckily this was ok and both the policemen as the firemen promised to keep an eye out during the night. 

We slept like little baby's.

23.5.11

Joana

I mis you.

I love having you as a friend
I love it when your happy
And I love to see how beatiful you are
It makes me happy

I'm greatful for having you as my friend.
Thank you.

I want to...

I want to look at Him everyday,
See Him every day,
Feel Him every day.
I want to see what He sees,
Feel what He feels

I want to see what makes Him happy,
Enjoy what makes Him happy,
Enjoy His happiness.

I want to love Him,
And show Him how much I love Him,
Show Me how much I love Him and why I love Him.

I want to, 
Just like I wanted to for the past 5 years, 4 months, 22 days, 15 hours, 19 minutes and 37 seconds.

12.5.11

12.10.2010

On Tuesday 12 October I woke up realizing that my dream, our dream, actually was coming true. Not knowing what would come out of the decision we had made 2 years before was exciting and terrifying at the same time. In only a few hours we would leave our friends, our family, our home, our life to go on a trip around the world for an uncertain amount of time.

Tuesday 12 October 2010 was exactly 7 months ago today.
I still don't know what will become of me or where I will end up. It doesn't matter though. I know I'm happy, I'll always be happy. And I know I have the best company a person could ever imagine. 

10.5.11

To you my dear friend

It has been 172 days since I last wrote an article. One way or another I never made the time to do so. 
Sorry for that. I thank you for being so patient with me. 

Sitting in this beautiful place, surrounded by serene silence I found myself jet again thinking of you, my dear friend. 
I decided that it's time to write you.
I decided that it's time to share everything that has been keeping me busy, 
everything that has been making me sad or happy, 
everything that has been making me grow, making me a better me. 
I decided that it's time to share my story.

Enjoy.





6 days, 5 nights and 4 Refugio's (21-11-2010/26-11-2010)
This is a videoblog that Dennis kept while we did a 6 day hiking trail in the mountains around El Bolson. It was a wonderful experience. Hopefully you enjoy the video as much as I enjoyed editing it...

Part 1


Part 2



Ruta 40, the Argentinian route 66 (30-11-2010/03-12-2010)
After our adventures in El Bolson Dennis and I originally would go see the whales in Puerto Madryn. But our stay in Bolson extended so many days that we had missed the wales and there was no reason anymore to visit the town on the Argentinian coast. 

We had heard about a little town called El Chalten in the south of Argentina and decided to continue our journey in that direction. Since Dennis and I have all the time in the world we decided to try to hitchhike the estimated 2278 km to the south. The most adventures way to do this was to take the famous Ruta 40. 

Hitchhiking Ruta 40 is not the easiest nor the fastest way to travel. Big parts of the route aren't cemented yet and that's why a lot of drivers traveling to the south often take the paved Ruta 3 by the coast. Hitchhiking would be difficult because only a few cars per day would travel our route. Also this part of the country is well known for its strong winds and cold temperature. But Dennis and I didn't want to miss the scenery of the virgin lands around Ruta 40 and we really wanted to visit the famous Cueva de las Manos, so we packed enough food and water and started our journey...

Day 1.
Almost midday and Dennis and I are standing in the burning sun. No tree or bush to shelter us from the heat... We wanted this right? It's hard to look friendly and keep smiling under these conditions. But it sure is necessary, who would otherwise want to pick up two sweaty strangers?

This was the day Dennis and I learned that if you want to hitchhike you should get up early and get your stuff ready as soon as possible, because you don't want to miss the early birds going to work and you certainly don't want to stand on the side of the road at midday.

Luckily we were picked up in less then an hour and a few hours later we had traveled the 161 km, to Esquel, we had planned for the day. 

Tomorrow we would hitch in the direction of the coast to take Ruta 3 because the guy at the camping had convinced us in the morning that hitchhiking Ruta 40 was risky and very, very slow.

But that afternoon, in the hostel, we met some travelers who where traveling from the south on their mountain-bikes. As usual we compared our trips: where we had been, where we were heading... And so it came to be that they told us we shouldn't miss traveling Ruta 40 because it was worth it and not as slow and risky as the camping guy had told us. The best thing about traveling is that plans always change as quickly as they were made... 

And so we where back to our original plan: Hitchhiking Ruta 40.

Day 2.
We woke at 6 and by 7.30 we where walking out of town with our tums up. 

In less then 20 minutes a car stopped and the driver screamed over the roar of the passing cars: "Go to the gas station, I will be waiting there for you and I will take you with me to Governador Costa!" and then he drove of leaving Dennis and me with a huge question mark on our foreheads... 

How do we get to the gas station before him leaving? Will he wait? Is he bluffing? Why couldn't we get in now? What do we do if we get another good ride, do we get of the gas station and risk it?

Luckily the next driver to stop was a man going to the north but willing to take us to the gas station! We where really lucky because when we got to the station the first driver was waiting for us and before midday he dropped us of at a little town called Gobernador Costa, 200 km further along our way.

We started walking again to the end of the town. As soon as we passed the town gate one of the men of the Gendarmery post shouted that we had to come inside and show our passports. As you know, our Dutch passports aren't very popular with the kind policemen... This time as soon as they saw that we are Dutch their expression changed and they said: "Aaaah, hmmm, Holanda.... Marihuana... Fuman?" "No, not every Dutch citizen smokes pot." I answered. It seems they like that answer much more then the one Dennis had given 2 weeks earlier, because before finishing my sentence the two men where kindly smiling at us. Hell, they even offered to stop the bus going to El Chalten so we could arrange something (of the books) with the bus-driver. Though this was very tempting for us, Dennis and I said no and continued hitchhiking.  

We got picked up by a truck driver who left us 40 km from Rio Mayo (another little town in the middle of nowhere). At the spot where the truck-driver left us we made a little video to keep us busy while we waited for the first car to pass by.


After a total of 4 rides, 410 km and a whole day of hitchhiking we decided that we where going to spend the night in Rio Mayo. This was easier said then done, because Rio Mayo is so small that the only camping was closed in off season and the only (crappy) hotel was much to expensive...
During our 6 day hiking trip in the mountains around Bolson we met a guy who gave us a great tip: "When you don't know where to sleep, ask the firemen for help. Most of the times they let you camp in their backyard."
We tried that, but it didn't work. We ended up sleeping at a "Valdio" (piece of land without an owner) in front of the fire department. Just in case we also went to the police station to tell them we where sleeping there because the hotel was to expensive. Luckily this was ok and both the policemen as the firemen promised to keep an eye out during the night. 

We slept like little baby's.















* This is not the whole story... There is more but I will post it in parts...