A few days ago I wrote the following down on the notepad I carry with me.
"First ever diary entry of Malcolm Yates: April 13th, 2009.
I am wearing a pair of shorts under my pants. In it´s left front pocket is my passport, with visas or entry stamps for Argentina, Bolivia and Paraguay. In it´s right, my wallet, containing one U. S. Dollar, 10,000 Guaranies, and three debit/credit cards, all of which have been denied in the last half hour. Lying in a desk at the Santa Cruz bus terminal is my iPod, which is serving as collateral for $40 I did not have. The pen writing these words is borrowed from the lady in the seat infront of me.
I am sitting right next to the bathroom in the last seat of a charter bus between Santa Cruz and La Paz. My destination is Machu Picchu, Peru. I will not make it. My body is still pumping adrenaline as a result of a heated argument (in Spanish) I had with a Paraguayan busdriver. It began with him exclaiming that I should be in jail and ended with him saying ´no hard feelings.´
I could really do with one of those egg-laden hamburgers that Teresa makes."
Yes, I hit a literal roadblock at the Bolivian border because of a problem with my visa. I didn´t have one. I was told by the agents at the bus station in Asuncion that I would not need one. They were mistaken (or more likely lying). The solving of this problem sapped a large portion of my money and thus my travel options are now severely limited.
But, no matter. I am currently staying in a hostel full of good-looking Europeans in La Paz, Bolivia. These Eurotrash party every night of the week until past three and I´m having a very good time. I have decided to try to get to Machu Picchu using an extremely cheap altnerative route which is widely discussed in the blog community. No doubt I am taking my life in my hands.
Join me next Saturday for "I have just done something vastly different than I had planned"
"First ever diary entry of Malcolm Yates: April 13th, 2009.
I am wearing a pair of shorts under my pants. In it´s left front pocket is my passport, with visas or entry stamps for Argentina, Bolivia and Paraguay. In it´s right, my wallet, containing one U. S. Dollar, 10,000 Guaranies, and three debit/credit cards, all of which have been denied in the last half hour. Lying in a desk at the Santa Cruz bus terminal is my iPod, which is serving as collateral for $40 I did not have. The pen writing these words is borrowed from the lady in the seat infront of me.
I am sitting right next to the bathroom in the last seat of a charter bus between Santa Cruz and La Paz. My destination is Machu Picchu, Peru. I will not make it. My body is still pumping adrenaline as a result of a heated argument (in Spanish) I had with a Paraguayan busdriver. It began with him exclaiming that I should be in jail and ended with him saying ´no hard feelings.´
I could really do with one of those egg-laden hamburgers that Teresa makes."
Yes, I hit a literal roadblock at the Bolivian border because of a problem with my visa. I didn´t have one. I was told by the agents at the bus station in Asuncion that I would not need one. They were mistaken (or more likely lying). The solving of this problem sapped a large portion of my money and thus my travel options are now severely limited.
But, no matter. I am currently staying in a hostel full of good-looking Europeans in La Paz, Bolivia. These Eurotrash party every night of the week until past three and I´m having a very good time. I have decided to try to get to Machu Picchu using an extremely cheap altnerative route which is widely discussed in the blog community. No doubt I am taking my life in my hands.
Join me next Saturday for "I have just done something vastly different than I had planned"
Hola
ReplyDeleteTiene un buen blog.
Lo siento no escribir más, pero mi español es malo escrito.
Un abrazo de mi país, Portugal