A Private Journal of a South American Adventure : Part 3

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh!”  Well you would IMG_0771scream too!  Sitting on top of an open top Army truck, through  jungle on the Argentine side, they decide to take a photo stop right underneath huge, and I mean (right across the track huge) spider webs only a foot away from your head, with big spiders sitting on them.  Probably considering us for their next meal….lol.   I am not kidding, we had returned the IMG_0773next day for our speed boat ride to the Falls and these spider webs hanging in the trees above us were huge.  Finally after walking down steep steps to the boat and putting on our life jackets we were allowed to take photos as we approached the towering Falls, before putting cameras away with all our other belongings in big waterproof bags that were IMG_2159supplied.  We had been told to wear swimsuits and to expect to get totally drenched.  What an amazing experience, and while one of the crew filmed our reactions,  and kept asking us if we wanted to go under again.  Like idiots we screamed “Yeeeeeeees,”  the boat was turned and we headed again into the spray.  All captured on film, and which I have already spent a hilarious time watching, back home.  I am so glad we did this.  I IMG_0675have been to the Niagara Falls, but this is much better in comparison, a must see if you are coming to this tucked away place in the undergrowth of upper Argentina and border of Brazil.  We spotted a few very large lizards on the tracks and back at the eating area, raccoons came out to treat us to their mischievous behaviour.  We were warned not to touch IMG_2093them, as they can become vicious.  While taking pictures, one of them got tired of posing and ran for me.  After I had changed into dry clothes, I heard one raccoon had pinched sunscreen from out of someone’s bag and about six others raced to play with it.  Doesn’t pay to leave your bags unattended or open around these furry little critters.

That night our Leader treated us to a wonderful barbeque IMG_2201and a couple of us prepared salads in assisting him.  We all bought wine from a local shop and celebrated the adventures of the day.  Our dear Leader had to miss out on the boat ride, due to coming down with a stomach bug the previous night, causing a doctor to be called and administering injections.  He had recovered enough by now, to enjoy listening to our stories and laughter.  We also persuaded him to let us IMG_2222venture across the border into Paraguay (although not in our itinerary) early the next morning for shopping before heading to Brazil.  Next morning bright and early armed with buns of left over steak and salad and slices of watermelon, we enjoyed a wonderful couple of hours bargaining for fake Gucci bags and the like, before heading for our midday flight.  It was here while being followed by a young boy trying to sell me, what we call, jandals (or you might call thongs/flip-flops), that an idea for a children’s story came to me.  After a short flight we arrived at Sao Paulo.  I was intrigued by the IMG_0841hundreds of huge ant hills in paddocks along the side of the road as we were driven to a lovely little fishing village on the east coast, called Paraty in the late afternoon.

Our room, No1, next to the restaurant was accessed by crossing a small deck walkway over a fish pond with a rabbit and two IMG_2312amours turtles in an adjacent fenced area.  We had been told that in most parts of South America plumbing is a problem and we were reminded of this by an amusing notice above our toilet reading.. . “Please don’t play…. “  and one of our group was to discover the consequences the next morning.  Our evening meal was enjoyed at the corner restaurant.

IMG_2352The morning saw us walking through the cobbled shopping streets and pass colourful fishing boats, to our waiting boat for our lazy day cruising through still waters, stopping now and again, for snorkeling, swimming, and enjoying the included on deck  lunch.   (Mine was fish in shrimp sauce and IMG_2404hubby’s  was chicken) all served with salad and rice. Feed was thrown overboard bringing many fish to swim around us, the beaches sandy and clean, and lunch washed down  with your choice of drink from the on board bar.  Arrr… this is the life, as one lays back with cloudless sky IMG_0908above and clear blue water below and a glass of caipirinha in hand. (a new Brazilian drink I had been introduced to)  Paraty is known for its flooded streets at high tide, every day!  We had left in the morning and on our return we found  some of the streets were flooded.   We were free to spend the few hours before dinner wandering around these quaint streets picking up IMG_2465handmade crafts,  and literally playing hopscotch along the boulders.  My advice when visiting Paraty is to wear good walking shoes, or better still a pair of gum-boots.  We enjoyed a lively restaurant meal in town that night.

We headed by bus in the morning to Rio, our last destination for IMG_2824the tour.  Arriving in this large city it is obvious there is a great distinction between the very rich and the very poor.  Our hotel, the South American Copacabana Hotel was situated smack bang between Copacabana Beach and Ipanema Beach, in easy walking distance.  After dropping our bags off in our beautiful large rooms and a quick bite to eat we IMG_2550headed up Corcovado mountain to get a closer look at the Christ the Redeemer  statue.  As we climbed the stairs to the foot of the statue he was mostly in cloud and the view below us was non existent.  It was as though we were wandering around on a cloud of cotton-wool.  While cameras clicked away, the clouds began to move and He appeared just enough for some good photos.  It was a very spiritual experience being there.  That IMG_2668evening we had our final dinner as a tour group together, in a lovely restaurant where not only the meat came on metal skewers but so did the bread rolls.  An open buffet and with good wine we snapped last moment photos knowing in the morning some would be leaving. My IMG_2747hubby and I were staying on for one more night.

Next morning  we headed off to Sugar Loaf Mountain by taxi, and catching the two gondolas to reach the top.  With clear blue skies and temperatures of at least 32degC it was IMG_2778spectacular and well worth taking the time to stay an extra night.  Actually, it would be worth while staying a few more nights, there is so much to see and enjoy.  Hubby and I enjoyed a refreshing drink before heading back down and joined the many others who had come out on the IMG_2833beach to swim, board surf, soak up the sun, or simply people watch.  We also wandered along to Ipanema beach.  What you see in postcards is nothing like the real thing.   Later we joined a few from our tour who had flights later that evening , for a quick dinner in an open air restaurant near IMG_2679the beach.  We walked back to the hotel  after and said farewell as they gradually left, one by one. We took off for last-minute shopping on the beach front market finding trinkets and souvenirs.  Later at the hotel we found our flight had been changed and in fact we had been issued new tickets.  Unfortunately instead of a direct flight to Santiago as planned, we now were booked on a flight to Buenos Aires then transferring to another flight to Santiago.  Now not getting in till 10pm instead of the 4pm to join my dear friend for our booked dinner date, she had to cancel it and we agreed to meet the following day instead.  We had been robbed again!

The following morning we headed to the airport, only to find our flight wasn’t even on the board.  The woman behind the desk said the flight number had been changed, again, and she issued tickets with seat numbers for the rest of our flights including the following nights one to Auckland.  We were to be grateful for the efficiency of this woman later, when in transit a small group of people in front of us waiting to board the next plane were told IMG_2870they could not go on as they had no seats pre booked.  Whew!  Lucky us!  This problem was happening often as Lan Chile and Tam Airlines were merging and cutting flights.  We eventually arrived back in Santiago and piled into the waiting car the hotel had sent for us, and after complimentary supper and coffee, we made our way across the street to our apartment on the eighth floor.  Very nice it was too.  We fell asleep as Santiago’s night life went into full swing below us.  Next morning after breakfast we raced to find a new suitcase as the large one we had , had its handles damaged in the last flight and we were unable to use it.  Repacking our bags we checked out of our room and left the luggage at the hotel desk.  We met my friend during her lunch hour for a quick bite to eat and as she raced back to work we agreed to meet for dinner next to the hotel for one last time.

Hubby and I wandered the streets, window shopped, walked and IMG_2896took photos, passing the time.  Right on 6pm my friend turned up and her and family joined us for a lovely dinner.  It was wonderful to see her again and it was also very sad.  They hope to come to New Zealand in the near future and I can’t tell you how much I will enjoy having them and showing them around our country.   We took last-minute photos, kept brave faces and hugged each other as we promised to return.  There is so much more we would love to see in Santiago and Chile, but best of all will be seeing my friend again.  Tears spill as I write this, thinking how wonderful this trip was and how short it now seems.  I miss my dear friend and her family.   If we win lotto I will be back in a heart beat!

IMG_2461This concludes the journal of my South American Adventure.  I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have revisiting the hundreds of pictures we took and writing this.

 

 

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About Diane Tulloch

Known also as the Patientdreamer I am a writer who loves to dream, and is passionate about writing stories for the young so that they may join me in the wonders of adventure in countries and cultures afar, and in special moments to remember.
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15 Responses to A Private Journal of a South American Adventure : Part 3

  1. Joanna says:

    Wow, I need to catch up on parts 1 and 2 but this is fabulous. So exciting and meeting such amazing people. I would love to see the video of you at the falls! Paraty looks fascinating.

    • lol… thank you Joanna So glad you enjoyed this. It was an amazing trip, made more special because of my dear friend. Yes you would love Paraty (the last photo on this post is from Paraty too). I could see you at the Falls, though. It is definitely where I would expect to find you. Enjoy the other Posts.

  2. I have loved imagining all these experiences – esp of you all screaming for more at the waterfall! I hope you don’t mind my sending these links on to German friends, now living in San Paolo – they might get a few more travel ideas from your posts. Gracias!

  3. The spiders reminded me of the small drones people are flying. Those were huge. I am so happy you enjoyed so many wonderful experiences in Brazil. That waterfall was amazing and cold, I bet. I felt like I was there with you walking the streets. I landed in Sao Paulo and was stuck by the extreme wealth and poverty. And, attached to each tiny house was a satellite dish. So many extremes. The ant hills were many feet high — never saw anything like it anywhere. You saw so many wonderful sites and did a lot of browsing. So nice that you had friends to visit with along your trip –that makes it very special. Sounds like neither one of you got sick. Never saw toilets that flushed up or used showers where you had to turn on an electric switch so the water would heat — always worried about getting electrocuted. I was driven north about 6 hours to a retreat in the middle of no where. I saw huge lizards and they camped outside my door and the smaller ones lived in my room — had to make friends fast. Ha! Ha! Loved your sharing your trip and photos. Your hubby looked like he had a great time. He looked so relaxed in the one photo. Tell him I said hello! Sounds like a dream trip.

    • lol…so glad you enjoyed this, Pat. I can’t stand anything that moves, so you can imagine my reaction on the truck. I was expecting the spider/s to drop down on me any minute. The young English girls begged me not to wear a rain-jacket, so I didn’t. It wasn’t so much that it was cold, it was the sudden downpour of water, that literally took your breath away. We dried off in the sun pretty quickly after. Yes, I too noticed the extreme in wealth and poverty and the satellite dishes, not to mention so many wires hanging from house to house literally a foot or two above our heads in places. To me it seemed so dangerous. lol… I had to ask someone what the ant hills were, as I had seen them before, but never that high. These lizards remind me very much of the Australian Goanna.
      My friend is very special and precious, I miss her. Hubby certainly enjoyed the trip.
      Thank you Pat for commenting. It’s nice to hear what people think of my posts.

  4. Catherine Johnson says:

    Again wow! What an amazing adventure! Too bad the leader missed the boat ride though.

  5. WOW! When’s the next trip? 😉 I loved reading this!!!

  6. Darlene says:

    Thanks for taking us along on your trip. It sounds like you had a great time. So pleased you got to spend tiem with your friend. The pictures are wonderful. You have so many fabulous memories. I know your friend will be to vist you soon. XO

  7. cassam101 says:

    What a wonderful time you had. Mybe an organised trip like you had is the best way to see a country and you also get to make new friends. If only we could win the lottery and go where we want to go.

  8. Hi Anne, Yes an organised trip when visiting a country for the first time is always good. Added benefit is making friends fast….. LOL yes we would love that. 🙂

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