HeyHEy!
I am chillin with Pachi right fightin the lying Colombian president in hand to hand battle. Its tag team so I have time to write as Pachi uses Venezuelan lechoso grip he learned in the jungle of Barquisimeto.
SOOOOOOOOOOOO...
Things are good here, we hear F 16s and sucoy planes (apparently a new Russan fighter jet that Venezuela owns now) overhead every day BUT we bought ourselves an arsenal of AK 47s and some rocket launchers (Pachi's favorite) in the local black market. I personally enjoy the armored tanks which have the sensation of living in a house, but one that could destroy a neighborhood. CHARLIE'S EVERYWHERE, GIVE THE COLOMBIAN PREZ A OSCAR DE LA HOYA STYLE COÑASO (PUNCH!)!
Joking aside, it was crazy when I came out of the Venezuelan jungle and heard what happened.
Right now there's more talks in D.C. than anything else as you can probably see on the news. One thing that the U.S. seems to be overlooking is that Colombia invaded Equator! This is a huge big deal! Imagine if Canada invaded the U.S. and killed people there and then said "it's all good!".
Besides that, Pachi's coming back to Earlham for one more semester so we get to hang out on breaks on the east coast or in the midwest!
I'm havin a great and stupendous time with Pachi and his mum and pops as well as old friends of his. Apparently I have a Brazilian accent when I speak spanish! I guess that's what a month and a half in Brasil will do to you!
I'm also really exited about coming back home on the 12th and seein everyone! Party at my new house in D.C.!! For All (Forro!!)
Con mucho Cariño (Much love) Nicky boy and Pachito!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Life in Barquisimeto!
sooooooooooooooooooo,
after a 14 hour bus ride that uses freezer technology as air conditioning, very big in venezuela apparently, i landed safe and sound in the great city of Barquisimeto! Pachi was there right as I got off the bus looking quite paranoid since its ¨the worst bus station in Venezuela¨ and then his mom came by in her jeep to pick us up.
Pachi and I had a very interesting conversation on the recent situation conflict with Colombia, Equador, and Venezuela and then Pachi regaled me with the various social programs set forth by Chavez in the last few years including one which Pachi works for currently. Pachi´s program is one that tries to have everyone have a college education, even women in their 50s and 60s who never were able to when they were younger which is the big group that Pachi works with.
The current conflict is on tv 24 hours a day and f16s are flying overhead regularly. basically, its the borders that everyone is very concerned about since Colombia entered Equador without telling them.
Besides that, Pachi is the same as ever (slicked back gelled hair, a t shirt with a revolutionary printed on it, and some stylish facial hair). He showed me around his house which has a garden that grows coffee beans, a mango tree and an ever accompanying dog named Tootsie (same breed as Grandma's old dog Honey!).
I'm going to relex a bit and then hang out with Pachi again when he gets back from work. There might be a beach trip in the works but first we'll investigate the old haunts of Pachi Rodriguez here in his hometown!
Hope you are well and can't wait to share pics and stories in just a few days!
Love, Nick
after a 14 hour bus ride that uses freezer technology as air conditioning, very big in venezuela apparently, i landed safe and sound in the great city of Barquisimeto! Pachi was there right as I got off the bus looking quite paranoid since its ¨the worst bus station in Venezuela¨ and then his mom came by in her jeep to pick us up.
Pachi and I had a very interesting conversation on the recent situation conflict with Colombia, Equador, and Venezuela and then Pachi regaled me with the various social programs set forth by Chavez in the last few years including one which Pachi works for currently. Pachi´s program is one that tries to have everyone have a college education, even women in their 50s and 60s who never were able to when they were younger which is the big group that Pachi works with.
The current conflict is on tv 24 hours a day and f16s are flying overhead regularly. basically, its the borders that everyone is very concerned about since Colombia entered Equador without telling them.
Besides that, Pachi is the same as ever (slicked back gelled hair, a t shirt with a revolutionary printed on it, and some stylish facial hair). He showed me around his house which has a garden that grows coffee beans, a mango tree and an ever accompanying dog named Tootsie (same breed as Grandma's old dog Honey!).
I'm going to relex a bit and then hang out with Pachi again when he gets back from work. There might be a beach trip in the works but first we'll investigate the old haunts of Pachi Rodriguez here in his hometown!
Hope you are well and can't wait to share pics and stories in just a few days!
Love, Nick
Hey!
I just got back from Angel Falls and am now heading to Barquisimeto! I`m leaving on bus tonight at 9 and gets into Barquisimeto tomorrow at 11 am. I`m really exited to spend some time with Pachi and his family and get to experience more of the culture of Venezuela besides the tourists, hostal, and tour guide life!
Angel Falls was amazing! I was able to take a puddle jumper plane from paraqua to Canaima. Smallest plane I ever took, 6 people including the pilot! I learned some Pemon from the Kamaracoto people who are the the indigenous group in the area and are only 46,000 people in total! Then we motor canoed all the way up the river to our campsite where the tourists (4 Japanese, 2 Austrians, 2 Americans, 2 Brits, 1 German, 1 Swiss, and me the German-American) where fed and then slept in hammocks. First time I slept in a hammock and it was a lot of tossing and turning. Next day we headed to ¨The Falls¨. It might not be the rainy season but damn! that thing is huge! 1 km high and the water barely makes it to the bottom as a liquid! We swam and trampled through the rainforest and finally headed back. I will post pics when I get home because my words will not do justice to the real thing.
Dangerous motor canoeing back to Canaima because it's harder going down river with low water and lots of rocks but our guides got us back in one piece! Thank you Tony, Chino and Captain who I don't know the name of!
Angel Falls was amazing! I was able to take a puddle jumper plane from paraqua to Canaima. Smallest plane I ever took, 6 people including the pilot! I learned some Pemon from the Kamaracoto people who are the the indigenous group in the area and are only 46,000 people in total! Then we motor canoed all the way up the river to our campsite where the tourists (4 Japanese, 2 Austrians, 2 Americans, 2 Brits, 1 German, 1 Swiss, and me the German-American) where fed and then slept in hammocks. First time I slept in a hammock and it was a lot of tossing and turning. Next day we headed to ¨The Falls¨. It might not be the rainy season but damn! that thing is huge! 1 km high and the water barely makes it to the bottom as a liquid! We swam and trampled through the rainforest and finally headed back. I will post pics when I get home because my words will not do justice to the real thing.
Dangerous motor canoeing back to Canaima because it's harder going down river with low water and lots of rocks but our guides got us back in one piece! Thank you Tony, Chino and Captain who I don't know the name of!
So I will be in Barquisimeto until I have to leave from Caracas on the 11th. Maybe we will do some small trips around Barquisimeto but at this point i will be nice just to relax after traveling for 2 weeks.
By the way, we just heard about the recent conflict between Equador, Colombia, and Venezuela and I have been talking with Pachi and the head office of the tour i just did and they have been saying that the main problems are in Colombia and Equador.
Keep tuned in! I'll write more when I get to Barquisimeto!
Keep tuned in! I'll write more when I get to Barquisimeto!
Border Hopping!
Hola!
I just crossed the border from Brasil to Venezeula yesterday and am now in the small and relaxing city of Ciudad Bolivar which is about 11 hours north of the border.
My plan is to look for a tour program today for Angel Falls (The highest waterfall in the world!) and then head over to Barquisimeto (The city of Pachi Rodriguez!). I will look for a tour that is about 3 days, 2 nights and then hopefully leave tomorrow.
The area around Angel is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places in South America and Pachi has described it as ¨The Lost World¨.
So if I leave tomorrow on the program than I would be back on Monday. Then I`ll probably head out Tuesday or Wednesday for Barquisimeto!
I`ve met some fellow travelers from the boat on the Amazon so we are all staying at a hostel together.
First impressions of Venezuela:
-bright vibrant colors on the buildings
-no problem at the border crossing (thank you German citizenship!)
-Saw the letter that Chavez wrote to the people of Venezuela in 2002 after being captured by a coup which stated that he was not giving up his position of president. (At the border control underneath a picture of him)
-things are very cheap! 11 hour bus cost me $9! A full meal of rice, chicken and egg with a coke was $3!
-the only tricky thing is changing money because the rate is always better with money exchanging places than the banks
I`ll let you guys know what else I`m doing in the next few days! Hope all is well at home, my future home, Europe and in Barquisimeto!
Love, Nick
Monday, February 25, 2008
Brasil meu Brasil Brasileiro
"Dadinho e um caralho meu nome agora e Ze Pequeno POOOOOOORRRA!!!" (cidade de deus)
This is a little out of order but it is what it is when it is supposed to be. I am currently home but I wanted to share my thoughts on what it was like to go back to my country of origin after 14 years of being away.
The first thing was the Portuguese rushing back into my head as we started to enter the country from the south and travel from Chui up to Florianopolis. Since I have been living in the US I did not get a chance to practice my Portuguese because my family is entirely from Chile and so at home we spoke CHILENO and out of the house we spoke ... English. I was having this entire identity crisis because in some way I feel like I am Brasilian and could connect with Brasilians in their jokes and the way they play futbol :) but at the same time my entire family is Chilena and ive been in US for sooo long that im almost entirely a gringo now. wow! if you understood any of that more power to you.
Brasil like the US is such a big country that it should really be several countries. There are the different regions such as the south, the northeast, the north, that are all quite different from each other. The people are different and yet they are all still Brasileiros. But one thing that they all have in common is that they are all quite happy when carnaval comes around and all are dancing and coming together to dance and party days away.
But how can I generalize and begin to talk about a country when Nick and I only stayed there a few weeks. The only thing that I can say for sure is that I loved every moment that I was there. I would love to live in Brasil some day where things happen and people know how to enjoy themselves.
Now I am back home trying to piece my life back together. Not that it was entirely well put when I left but now being back to the place where I once lived seems like such a foreign place right now. It is a strange feeling but I hope to learn from this as well.
Un beso a todos, this will be my last entry as I move on with my life, digest everything we seen and did, and well look for a job cuz im BROKE!
-ric
The first thing was the Portuguese rushing back into my head as we started to enter the country from the south and travel from Chui up to Florianopolis. Since I have been living in the US I did not get a chance to practice my Portuguese because my family is entirely from Chile and so at home we spoke CHILENO and out of the house we spoke ... English. I was having this entire identity crisis because in some way I feel like I am Brasilian and could connect with Brasilians in their jokes and the way they play futbol :) but at the same time my entire family is Chilena and ive been in US for sooo long that im almost entirely a gringo now. wow! if you understood any of that more power to you.
But how can I generalize and begin to talk about a country when Nick and I only stayed there a few weeks. The only thing that I can say for sure is that I loved every moment that I was there. I would love to live in Brasil some day where things happen and people know how to enjoy themselves.
Now I am back home trying to piece my life back together. Not that it was entirely well put when I left but now being back to the place where I once lived seems like such a foreign place right now. It is a strange feeling but I hope to learn from this as well.
-ric
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
AMAZON BOUND!!
"Well I taught the weepin willow how to cry, and I told the clouds how cover up a clear blue sky, and the tears I cried for that woman are gonna drownd you big river, and I´m gonna sit down here until I die!"
-Johnny Cash
I a bit sad and depressing but I´m starting to think of songs that are about rivers because the time has come for me to ride the amazon for 5 days straight against the current!
I left my dear buddy of 5 months of traveling in America del Sur back on the 15th as he headed back to Chile and I headed up north 21 hours on the bus to Fortaleza. Luckily I came on a Saturday and there were still the sounds of Carnaval blasting through the streets as I searched for a hostal. Later that night I headed to the Praça Dragoa do Mar where frenzy of people were gathered to hear the sounds of pagodi, bossa nova, forro, axe, and rock and roll! And I didn´t even have to go into one of the numerous clubs! Simply live music of all kinds in the praça (plaza) for all to hear and dance to. I met random group of folk who danced in the plaça and enjoyed to question the random, lone, American about culture and life and all in broken portuguese (me) and broken english (them). Then it was stop at Habib´s (the largest middle eastern fast food chain in the western hemisphere) and a quick stint of learning how to dance to the latest song "creo". Basically the song starts slow and then ends up speeding up to the level of the spanish "r" in the beginning of words. Think of the "chicken song" on steroids!
There was a thought to stay for another night since I had only been in the city of Fortazleza for one night but alas I had a ticket for Belem the next day and I had to catch my boat on the 19th!
And that brings me to my current adventure!
I leave for the boat in less than 2 hours and then "set sail" at 18:00. It´s my 25th birthday and I can´t think of a better way to celebrate the event than to be on a boat for 5 days with 300 people in 50 degrees celcius heat with nothing but trees and water. While all that might be true, I really want to do this because I have a side passion for biology and I´ve learned about the amazon ever since I was in Grammar school! It has 10 times more volume than the mississippi and there´s a point in the middle where 2 rivers meet (the "black" and "white" rivers) and don´t mix until miles later so you see them side by side!
So right now I need more river songs than my depressing Cash song (though I really love that rythm!) so send any ones you know and reply on the blog!
I love everyone out there and I hope you all have an amazing day on my birthday!
Nicolai
-Johnny Cash
I a bit sad and depressing but I´m starting to think of songs that are about rivers because the time has come for me to ride the amazon for 5 days straight against the current!
I left my dear buddy of 5 months of traveling in America del Sur back on the 15th as he headed back to Chile and I headed up north 21 hours on the bus to Fortaleza. Luckily I came on a Saturday and there were still the sounds of Carnaval blasting through the streets as I searched for a hostal. Later that night I headed to the Praça Dragoa do Mar where frenzy of people were gathered to hear the sounds of pagodi, bossa nova, forro, axe, and rock and roll! And I didn´t even have to go into one of the numerous clubs! Simply live music of all kinds in the praça (plaza) for all to hear and dance to. I met random group of folk who danced in the plaça and enjoyed to question the random, lone, American about culture and life and all in broken portuguese (me) and broken english (them). Then it was stop at Habib´s (the largest middle eastern fast food chain in the western hemisphere) and a quick stint of learning how to dance to the latest song "creo". Basically the song starts slow and then ends up speeding up to the level of the spanish "r" in the beginning of words. Think of the "chicken song" on steroids!
There was a thought to stay for another night since I had only been in the city of Fortazleza for one night but alas I had a ticket for Belem the next day and I had to catch my boat on the 19th!
And that brings me to my current adventure!
I leave for the boat in less than 2 hours and then "set sail" at 18:00. It´s my 25th birthday and I can´t think of a better way to celebrate the event than to be on a boat for 5 days with 300 people in 50 degrees celcius heat with nothing but trees and water. While all that might be true, I really want to do this because I have a side passion for biology and I´ve learned about the amazon ever since I was in Grammar school! It has 10 times more volume than the mississippi and there´s a point in the middle where 2 rivers meet (the "black" and "white" rivers) and don´t mix until miles later so you see them side by side!
So right now I need more river songs than my depressing Cash song (though I really love that rythm!) so send any ones you know and reply on the blog!
I love everyone out there and I hope you all have an amazing day on my birthday!
Nicolai
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Uruguayos son Argentinos en Brasil
... son bromas pero en alguna forma es verdad lo que dice donfu, mi viejo, Manuel Pizarro :)
The part about Uruguay that I like, enjoy, find amusing, observed and so on is its location and its size and the people. The thing that I find so interesting is that because of the size of the country everyone there knows everyone. Nick and I went to see No Te Va Gustar and we knew three people that knew band members personally or grew up with them or was having an asado with them. The geography of the country is also quite strange because it is surround by the two biggest countries of S. America, Argentina and Brasil and the ocean of course. Never as strange or bizarre as Chile but the entire concept of countries and boundaries and people belonging to a region just hit met entirely. You are living in a country and everything on the television or newspapers or what people are talking about are things going on in that country. Two people living nearby each other on the Argentina Uruguay border can have completely different views of the world and where they are and where they think Carlos Gardel is from. I find this topic of countries and borders quite interesting and yet bizarre as we have crossed and seen a lot of different borders and all sorts of forces that keep certain people out of each others countries... Im exhausted, just a thought.
Un saludon de Rio de Janeiro esperando o carnaval chegaaaa. We are with the Janesssss and Katrina enjoying every minute of this great apt in Copacabana and all the sights of this amazing country. I miss Brasil already and I am still here. Un besote,
-ric
With the help of our friendly friends Joy and Jillian's similar situation our transition from Passportless Nicolson to celebrating New Years in Punta del Este as planned was smoother than we dramatized it to be. We met up with them in Buenos Aires and traveled together in Buquebus to Punta del Este where we celebrated New Years in the most unreasonable way. Midnight was normal as we had a delicious asado with Pancho's family and celebrated Pancho's father, Jose, birthday. After Midnight Pancho and his brother Nacho drove us to the party Jillian had told me of to meet up and so we looked and looked for over an hour. After not finding anything we headed to the bars where they dropped us off and who is pulling up right there immidiately as we get off the car in a pickup trucks full of girls??? Joy and Jillian and her crazy friends...
New Years and the entire week after it was great spending it in Punta with my sister, Pancho and his family, Joy&Chilli and her amigas de Buenos Aires. It gave us time to relax a bit and catch up on everything we had not eaten before and wash all our clothes we had not washed since the year before...
The part about Uruguay that I like, enjoy, find amusing, observed and so on is its location and its size and the people. The thing that I find so interesting is that because of the size of the country everyone there knows everyone. Nick and I went to see No Te Va Gustar and we knew three people that knew band members personally or grew up with them or was having an asado with them. The geography of the country is also quite strange because it is surround by the two biggest countries of S. America, Argentina and Brasil and the ocean of course. Never as strange or bizarre as Chile but the entire concept of countries and boundaries and people belonging to a region just hit met entirely. You are living in a country and everything on the television or newspapers or what people are talking about are things going on in that country. Two people living nearby each other on the Argentina Uruguay border can have completely different views of the world and where they are and where they think Carlos Gardel is from. I find this topic of countries and borders quite interesting and yet bizarre as we have crossed and seen a lot of different borders and all sorts of forces that keep certain people out of each others countries... Im exhausted, just a thought.
-ric
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Karma de Boludos
" ... Karma Police, arrest this man he talks in math, he buzzes like a fride, he´s like a detuned raaaaaadioooooo ... Karma Police, arrest this girl her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill and we have crashed her paaaaarty .... this what you get, when you mess with uuuuussssssss!!!!"
So thats how it was that how it is and thats how it will always ever be. You try to get away with something in the end it always comes back to you. In Argentina we tried to get away with a few things and right up the end when we were ready to leave it all behind us we get smacked in the face with karma. HA!
The north we were very well behaved and absolutely nothing came of it but good memories. Salta, Cordoba, everything was okay. When we got to Mendoza though we did a bit of a scamming. We checked into a Hostel the first day went out in the night did all the typical tourists things and check out the next day thinking we were going to leave and head out of the city. As it turned out we ended up staying an extra night in the same hostel after checking out. And in the midst of the confusion we did not pay for the extra night. We got our bags, called a taxi, and left Mendoza and a hostel bill paid halfway ... nice little scammers us.
And so we traveled to Bariloche a ski resort city that looks like Switzerland. To me very beautiful to Nick quite nice but nothing he never seen before. So we arrived and again checked into a hostel. This time we paid all full in advance and did not try anything funny ... with them. We went for dinner to this restaurant and as soon as we walked in we got a bad vibe from them. They were too snobby for us, did not treat us as nice as other customers, and the food was not that good. I am not someone to be picky about food and have all these high expectations for restaurants but we were hungry and we could still tell the food was not good. On top of it all the server was treating us like shit the whole time and so we did what any human being would do ... Perro Muerto. To remind you perro muerto is chilean for skipping out on a bill. We waited for the server to go into the kitchen and BAM walked as smoothly as you would when you rob a bank. The doorguy opened the door greeted us good night and we were on our way home with a full belly and countless laughs.
And so our journey continued as we went to Chile in Chiloe, the south in Torres del Paine, Tierra del Fuego, and all the way up to Buenos Aires. From Buenos Aires we went to Rosario for a few days to check out the city and their bohemian ways. There we had quite an interesting time. The second night we were there we went to a party some guys from the Hostel knew about. The party ended up being quite chill and not much going on. After the party and two beers +we decided to walk home which supposedly took only 20 minutes. On our way back we were walking on a main street when two guys ran full speed past us. A short bit later three other guys ran chasing the first two and stopped right next to us. They asked us if we were with them and quickly we replied we had nothing to do with anything. As they were walking away I asked if they had been robbed and somehow that triggered one of the guys to come up to me and say what my problem was and if I was looking for trouble. And so he nudged me in the shoulder and I turned away trying to walk away when he came and punched me from behind right on my jaw knocking me the F*CK out!!!!
I woke up 10 minutes later in a taxi with Nick next to me in the backseat. I did not have memory at the moment of what city we were in, where I had bought my awesome new Converse All-Stars, not even what hostel we were in or what it looked like. It was like being dropped into the world with no memory of any recent events in your life. It was quite scary. Then Nick retold me eveything that happened and soon it started coming back. After dude knocked me out, Nick tried to help me up and between the three of them they punched Nick three times in the face. (I´m surprised with Nicks stemina). Then a totally different guy came and helped me up and regain consiousness. Once they did, this new guy wanted to go after the three troublemakers and go after them to beat them up. Nick very level headed decided to leave it be and just call a Taxi to go back to the hostel which was where I woke up.
After Rosario we came back to Buenos Aires to catch the Buquebus to Punta del Este. We arrived to Retiro by bus and had to make a few phone calls to figure out what to do with our bags. While I was in the phone booth, Locutorio, Nicolson stayed outside with our bags... all our bags chilling playing the guitar. As I came out to let him know that we had to go downstairs and check the bags a fat guy walked past us and "dropped" his wallet. I picked it up and ran after him to give it back to him. In that moment a second guy came in front of Nick and started pointing to the fat guy and me. Nick looked for three seconds and then came a third guy and stole Nicks small backbag with his two passports, his digital camera, his ipod, many dumb things, but most importantly the futbol. Of all the things, the damn soccer ball. Arghhhhh. Well I guess Nicks passports were important since we were heading to Uruguay that same night. Bummer!
Nick was able to get a US Passport the next day and we were able to travel that same day and making it to Punta del Este for New Years. Well the moral of these ramdom sorts of events ladies and gentlespoons is that we must watch out for the damn porteños, and be careful with karma because you never know when it will come to hit you in the face and knock you out. Hope you´re all having best festivities and I wish you all the best. Saludos de Punta del Este,
-Ric y Nic
So thats how it was that how it is and thats how it will always ever be. You try to get away with something in the end it always comes back to you. In Argentina we tried to get away with a few things and right up the end when we were ready to leave it all behind us we get smacked in the face with karma. HA!
The north we were very well behaved and absolutely nothing came of it but good memories. Salta, Cordoba, everything was okay. When we got to Mendoza though we did a bit of a scamming. We checked into a Hostel the first day went out in the night did all the typical tourists things and check out the next day thinking we were going to leave and head out of the city. As it turned out we ended up staying an extra night in the same hostel after checking out. And in the midst of the confusion we did not pay for the extra night. We got our bags, called a taxi, and left Mendoza and a hostel bill paid halfway ... nice little scammers us.
And so we traveled to Bariloche a ski resort city that looks like Switzerland. To me very beautiful to Nick quite nice but nothing he never seen before. So we arrived and again checked into a hostel. This time we paid all full in advance and did not try anything funny ... with them. We went for dinner to this restaurant and as soon as we walked in we got a bad vibe from them. They were too snobby for us, did not treat us as nice as other customers, and the food was not that good. I am not someone to be picky about food and have all these high expectations for restaurants but we were hungry and we could still tell the food was not good. On top of it all the server was treating us like shit the whole time and so we did what any human being would do ... Perro Muerto. To remind you perro muerto is chilean for skipping out on a bill. We waited for the server to go into the kitchen and BAM walked as smoothly as you would when you rob a bank. The doorguy opened the door greeted us good night and we were on our way home with a full belly and countless laughs.
And so our journey continued as we went to Chile in Chiloe, the south in Torres del Paine, Tierra del Fuego, and all the way up to Buenos Aires. From Buenos Aires we went to Rosario for a few days to check out the city and their bohemian ways. There we had quite an interesting time. The second night we were there we went to a party some guys from the Hostel knew about. The party ended up being quite chill and not much going on. After the party and two beers +we decided to walk home which supposedly took only 20 minutes. On our way back we were walking on a main street when two guys ran full speed past us. A short bit later three other guys ran chasing the first two and stopped right next to us. They asked us if we were with them and quickly we replied we had nothing to do with anything. As they were walking away I asked if they had been robbed and somehow that triggered one of the guys to come up to me and say what my problem was and if I was looking for trouble. And so he nudged me in the shoulder and I turned away trying to walk away when he came and punched me from behind right on my jaw knocking me the F*CK out!!!!
I woke up 10 minutes later in a taxi with Nick next to me in the backseat. I did not have memory at the moment of what city we were in, where I had bought my awesome new Converse All-Stars, not even what hostel we were in or what it looked like. It was like being dropped into the world with no memory of any recent events in your life. It was quite scary. Then Nick retold me eveything that happened and soon it started coming back. After dude knocked me out, Nick tried to help me up and between the three of them they punched Nick three times in the face. (I´m surprised with Nicks stemina). Then a totally different guy came and helped me up and regain consiousness. Once they did, this new guy wanted to go after the three troublemakers and go after them to beat them up. Nick very level headed decided to leave it be and just call a Taxi to go back to the hostel which was where I woke up.
After Rosario we came back to Buenos Aires to catch the Buquebus to Punta del Este. We arrived to Retiro by bus and had to make a few phone calls to figure out what to do with our bags. While I was in the phone booth, Locutorio, Nicolson stayed outside with our bags... all our bags chilling playing the guitar. As I came out to let him know that we had to go downstairs and check the bags a fat guy walked past us and "dropped" his wallet. I picked it up and ran after him to give it back to him. In that moment a second guy came in front of Nick and started pointing to the fat guy and me. Nick looked for three seconds and then came a third guy and stole Nicks small backbag with his two passports, his digital camera, his ipod, many dumb things, but most importantly the futbol. Of all the things, the damn soccer ball. Arghhhhh. Well I guess Nicks passports were important since we were heading to Uruguay that same night. Bummer!
Nick was able to get a US Passport the next day and we were able to travel that same day and making it to Punta del Este for New Years. Well the moral of these ramdom sorts of events ladies and gentlespoons is that we must watch out for the damn porteños, and be careful with karma because you never know when it will come to hit you in the face and knock you out. Hope you´re all having best festivities and I wish you all the best. Saludos de Punta del Este,
-Ric y Nic
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Nick at the Fonda in U. of Santiago
Que?
Fonda Fonda!
Isabel Y Ri
Singing Violetta Parra
Isabel and Friend
Best dog in the world
Osso (bear) dog
Reunion!
Joe, Nick, and Beka
