Bariloche, Argentina

My first few hours in Bariloche was quite possibly the worst hours I have experienced during my past months of traveling. After waking up on Sunday, changing all my plans, spending over 350 dollars, I arrived into Bariloche. I stayed in the airport to watch the Seahawks game, and then shortly after received an email from my new workaway host. In his email he asks me to be in Bolson (2 hours away) at 6 o’clock pm; he sent the email at 9 o’clock, pm. This left me walking around the streets on Bariloche with no place to stay. I hadn’t realized, as I hadn’t planned on staying in town, how notorious Bairloche was for “no hay lugar”, or “we don’t have room”. Thus I was walking around in the dark, hangry (hungry/ angry), with both my packs, searching for a place to stay. I ended up staying in a hotel that cost just over $50 a night….awesome.

Thankfully, I woke up the next day to a beautiful city and an opening at a hostel down the street. I crammed all my stuff into my bag (I bought a sleeping bag for the farm I was supposed to work on, and although I am able to fit it into my bag, it takes up over half the space), and went to get something to eat.

That day consisted of walking around and taking pictures. The next day I rented bikes with two people I met at hostel and we did a beautiful, but challenging, 13 mile bike ride through a part of the Patagonia. It was stunning.

I could easily live here.

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Buenos Aires, Argentina

Most my days in BA consisted of sleeping in, being sick, and leaving the hostel once everyday. The first day I went on walking tour with the hostel to Palmero. The second time I needed to pick up some money that I sent to me.

I used a program called xoom because I could get a better exchange rate. This “little” trip took FOUR hours. The first two locations were closed, there was 45 minutes wait at the third shop, and then they wouldn’t take my id. As a result, I needed to return to my hostel, pick up my passport, and then go back. Thankfully I was able to get money and the people were really nice.

After that little fiasco I walk about 45 minutes over to the graveyard. I really enjoyed walking through the nontouristy areas of BA. I could feel the heart of the city beating under the soles of my shoes.

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Do you even crossfit?

You may or may not know that I am very into crossfit. Some people while traveling collect things such as paintings or magnets I, however, collect crossfit shirts. So far I have attended crossfit classes in Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, and now Argentina. (I must admit I do collect scarfs and bracelets)

Before my experience in Argentina all of these classes have been taught in English. Here this was not the case. Everything was in Spanish and the instructors or other members didn’t speak any English– the perfect concoction.

Now, I can speak some Spanish. In most situations I can get my point across and generally under stand what some one is saying to me. Unfortunately, my Spanish is not good enough to understand everything. Therefor, in specific situations (such as crossfit) I have no idea what’s going on. I’m nervous to begin with (I don’t know these people, these people don’t know me!) then I begin to realize how much Spanish is currently happening (I was nervous enough and now I have to try and understand something! I have a hard enough time in English!). Throw four months of almost no crossfit and you find and really happy Cori.

Thankfully the people are very nice and although I ended up on the wrong side ( the class was divided into experience less than six months and more) (although this really wasn’t my fault- nothing’s ever my fault right?) the class went pretty well. The warm up was a bit rough as I stood and had to watch as everyone set up before I could understand what I needed to do, but afterwards it was find. We worked on push press (one of my favorite lifts) and then did three tabata of kettle bells, box jumps, and toes to bar (one of my least favorites).

The best part? The class was free! It always tastes better when it’s free.

Ho-lay Bariloche

Two hours ago I was laying in bed.

Two hours ago my day consisted of laying in bed, eating, and watching the Seahawks game.

One hour ago an email informed me that I needed to be in Bariloche today before midnight.

One hour ago I booked my flight, canceled my last nights stay (didn’t get a refund), called a taxi, bought a sleeping bag, frantically sent out different forms of communication, and desperately looked for a place to watch the Seahawks game.

Currently, I am sitting in the Buenos Aires airport waiting for my flight to arrive. As you can see, I have had a bit of a busy day. I am going to Bariloche to work on a farm ( via the workaway program). I have been emailing the owner over the past couple of weeks, and even though he hasn’t been very responsive I was really excited. When I learned that the Seahawks game was Sunday and not Saturday yesterday I changed my plans and thought that it wouldn’t be a problem. Turns out, I need to arrive in Bariloche today before midnight or I will have to go through this huge process of buses, taxis, walking, and time to get to this farm. That is not happening.

In one hour I will get on an airplane and hopefully find both my soon to be boss, and a TV to watch the game on. Go Hawks (I obviously have my priorities straight)

(As you may have noticed, I have not upload any pictures yet. I was intending to spend most of today updating and uploading my blog–this will not be happening. I will most likely update my blog when I get back from the farm.)

On the road again.

Well, I have arrived in Buenos Aires, Argentina… And I’m pretty unprepared.

I arrived with no idea of a place to stay, no clue of transportation options, and in general no preparation. In part, this was a result of my hectic 2.5 weeks spent at home. I have no idea how the time passed so quickly!! One day I was arriving into Seattle and the next I had 24 hours until South America. Thankfully, my time in South East Asia prepared me enough to figure out everything on the fly. Unfortunately, even though I figured it all out, my unplanned-ness did not play in my favor. I spent about 2 hours walking up and down the airport trying to figure out money and transportation. Then I ended up on a 3 hour bus ride (I originally thought it was going to be about 30 minutes and spent a good 20 minutes believing I was going in the completely wrong direction. Thankfully a nice local helped me out). The first hostel I went to was completely booked. They were able to find me a bed in another place, which I found after 30 minutes of walking around lost.

In the end everything worked out. I like my hostel (even if it is a bit expensive) and I was able to change some of my US money. I went on a nice walking tour today, and am currently in the process of planning my next move.

It looks like I’m going to work on a farm in Argentina for a week before going into Chile. In Chile I will again work on a farm before potentially making my way down to the south most city in South America :).

It’s been crazy how easily I have slipped into my “backpacker” shoes. It almost feels like I never stopped.