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So I lived up to the promise I made for myself and carpe diem’d the whole week! As fate would have it, the sister of one of my flat mates decided to come for two weeks during this exact same period of time that I would be living alone in Buenos Aires. I wrote my conversation partner and planned to meet up for the Feria de los Matadores, or a fair dedicated to the local country culture and their Argentinian cowboy traditions. I called my friend who lives here but grew up in Hawaii and planned some nights out on the town with the Argentina’s young “social elite”. I took every oppertunity to join my flatmate, her sister, and another new flatmate from Australia on a bunch of day and night excursions. So far, Im feeling pretty good about my experiance in Buenos Aires, and though Im excited More >
1 year ago
The Patagonian Expedition Race draws closer each day, and so does the amount of work we need to do! Lots of work = lazy lia on my time off
Im going to make a photo list of cool things I have done/ like about Punta Arenas:
Penguins are awesome. Maybe just because I’ve waited 22 years of my life to finally meet one, but they do in fact waddle, have on average 1.8 offspring yearly, live in crazy cold water areas, and bite back if you get close to their babies! aHHHHH
2. Teaching Beer Pong to Non-Americans
I do enjoy peer pong as the much as the next 22 year old chick, but its pretty fun to teach people who don’t associate the same excitement with the name as all my american male friends
Despite the lack of beer pong playing in my photos, everyone DID enjoy it
3. New Years Craziness
-Watching the fireworks on the beach, as random silouettes light them from 20ft away
-Adopting other English speakers as we stumble through a city block party
4. Sitting on an off-limits dock and being approached by a best man in a 3-peice suit….
**Before I write this, I must say that I truly wish to document the beauty of everything that happens in my life, and to keep this blog professional I would have to take out all the COOL SHIT! So Im going to tell my story as it happens, in all truth…sorry Mom and Dad :/
After a crazy Friday night, we woke up the next day at 2PM and bought a few 40s to drink out on a dock that was blocked off due to all the rotting wood and the fact that it was falling apart, etc.
We were sitting on the dock, drinking, minding our time watching the sun set and the birds fly, innocently, when OUT OF NOWHERE this guy walks up to us, climbs over the STAY OFF barrier and plops down next to us. As he was wearing a three piece tuxedo, we assumed he was going to tell us to get off the rotting dock but instead he looked at us, and asked in broken English “Do you smoke?” We kindof glanced at each other and said “Ya, sure.. Why?” We had actually been talking about wishing we could earlier in the day… He went on to tell us that he was a plastic surgeon from Vina del Mar, and was here for his best friend’s wedding and really needed to smoke. He showed us the glorious, green, smelly, bag he had with him that none of had seen since we arrived in Chile! (EVERYTHING they smoke here is brown and terrible)
So that happened, and then just as quickly as he had shown up, he left with his Visine droplets and the wind. And we stayed and finished our 40s, ever so giggly. The walk home was probably one of the best adventures than I had experienced in Punta Arenas yet. We played on a dinosaur playground that had slides so steep, it would be outlawed on any playground in the US except for theme parks. We found a weird old suspension bridge to cross over a river to get home that we never knew existed. We walked past and admired a BMX contest for 10min until we realized they were terrible. We snuck into a hotel to see if their pool was accessible and at the same time managed to be in the background of about 50 pictures of a bride walking into her wedding aisle. Discovered a handicapped swing. Got on a self propelled merry-go-round and DID NOT get sick. And then finished off the night with about ten different dishes we made out of tasteless cheese Yum.
5. Slacklining is Awesome.
I, and my fellow gringo workmates, often set up a slack line in a park along side a busy road. The grass there does not have much glass in it, making it an ideal slack linking area.
Because we are basically tight rope walking, and happen to be the only blondes that live in the town, we often are asked by random store owners that we buy bread from, coworkers, or people we meet at bars, if we are the group that walks on a line in the park. We often wonder if we could make living slacklining in this spot while the girls, wearing small outfits of course, hold out a tin cup for donations as the cars are stopped at the red light. There are always people doing gymnastics, ribbon dancing, or juggling with their donations plates, this would be SO much cooler!