There are cities within this city, lives lived so differently that it’s hard to believe there are only blocks apart.
Monthly Archives: January, 2018
You “oi” people to greet them. I don’t know, it sounds cool, right?
“Good night Mark, you gotta sleep now.” “Why?” “… Because it’s way past midnight and…
Pelotas’s got a sweet tooth. The city is famous for the doces de Pelotas, dozens of different bite-size pastries.
“What made someone stop in Chuy and declare ’this is it, this is where I want to spend the rest of my life?’”
“That’s a new low when Chuy is plan A.”
It’s 3 a.m. right now.
We have no bus tickets, no plane tickets, and no hotel room.It’s 3 a.m. right now.
We have no bus tickets, no plane tickets, and no hotel room.
Maybe this is because it’s a country with fewer than 4 million citizen or maybe it’s because weed is legal, but I found Uruguayans very mellow.
From a historical perspective, it’s useful to look at how PayPal revolutionized online gambling. PayPal…
Uruguay’s capital is the anti-North American suburb with cookie-cutter housing and suburban strip malls—no street, no building, no shop, no door, no pavement tile looks alike.
And here we are, in Uruguay. Check the map, it’s right there, bordering Argentina to its west and Brazil to its north and east.
The boat was at 9:40 a.m. and the terminal wasn’t too far from the hotel. In theory, we had plenty of time.
When you pay attention and look beneath the surface, Buenos Aires isn’t just tango, carne, wine and political discussions.
We didn’t go to a tango show, we didn’t exchange US dollars on the black market on Avenida Florida”, we didn’t buy leather goods, we didn’t hang out in La Boca and we didn’t eat in a parilla.
“Everybody is so rushed compared to Santiago! It’s like… it’s like I don’t speak fast enough, don’t have my money ready fast enough, don’t get it fast enough!”
I’m now in the land of facturas, European-inspired baked sweets.
It should make more sense tomorrow, after I sleep.
Also, fuck Air Canada.
Chileans are just decent people. I know, I haven’t been there long and I’m an outsider—maybe I’m just naïve. But I spent time observing people.
We had promised Mark a Teleférico de Santiago ride, the cable cart that goes all the way to the top of Cerro San Cristóbal.
Santiago is the perfect place to relax. We know our way around, the weather is reliably hot and dry, cost of living isn’t too high.
I can clearly see the cloud of marijuana smoke floating over the city, and I think I smell like alcohol even though I don’t drink.
The world has always been full of get rich quick schemes – failsafe strategies by…
For our first big walk in Valparaíso, we went downhill. We’re not masochist. Well, I am, but Feng isn’t.