South America Trip - Fun Facts and Link to Peru Pictures

Hola, amigos!

We're finally ready to start posting pictures from our trip to South America! Sorry for the delay, but YOU try weeding through almost ten thousand pictures. That's right. We took approximately 9,670 pictures over eighty-five days. Yeah. The final count blew our minds as well. We're still not done yet, but we're ready to show you pictures from the first country we visited--Peru.

By the way, on average, that's a little over 113 pictures per day. (Whatever...don't try to pretend you didn't just calculate that yourself.)

Our trip in a nutshell: We left Los Angeles on October 4, 2006 and returned on December 28th. We spent two and a half weeks in Peru, five days on Easter Island, about three weeks in Chile, and the last six weeks in Argentina.

Since we've been back, everyone's been asking us more or less the same question: What was your favorite out of all the places you visited? The truth is that it's hard to say, because we saw so many amazing, wonderful things. If I had to narrow it down, I'd have to go with the breathtaking Machu Picchu ruins in Peru, the awe-inspiring giant stone statues on Easter Island, and the majestic forested mountains of Torres Del Paine National Park in southern Chile. My favorite country as a whole, though, was probably Argentina, with eye-popping scenery, diverse and interesting wildlife, friendly people, great wine, and the most unbelievably flavorful and juicy steaks I've ever tasted.

The link to our Peru pictures is at the bottom of this post. But first, here are some fun facts about our trip:

Peru

Machu Picchu altitude: 2,430 m (7,970 ft)
- similar to base elevation of Mammoth Mountain in northern California

Lake Titicaca altitude: 3,812 m (12,507 ft)
- highest navigable lake in the world

Highest altitude on Inca Trail: Dead Woman’s Pass, 4,198 m (13,769 ft)
- similar to summit elevation of Mauna Kea, Hawaii

Distance we hiked on the four-day Inca Trail: 49 km (30 mi)

Date of "discovery" of Machu Picchu: July 24, 1911 (Hiram Bingham)

Best pollo a la brasa (Peruvian rotisserie chicken) we ate: El Pio Pio in Arequipa

Number of cities/towns/areas visited: 6 (Arequipa, Puno, Uros [the “Floating Islands”], Isla Taquile, Cuzco, Aguas Calientes [Machu Picchu Pueblo])

Most delayed bus departure: 4 hours
- bus was scheduled to leave Puno at 12:30 a.m. but didn’t leave until 4:30 a.m.
- and then broke down halfway to Cuzco causing delay of one more hour

Number of daypacks stolen: 1

Easter Island

Distance from Easter Island to Santiago, Chile: 3,600 km (2,200 mi)
- similar to distance from Los Angeles to Hawaii

Number of moai (stone statues) discovered by researchers, to date: 887

Size (area): 163.6 km² (63 sq. mi)
- slightly smaller than Catalina Island off California coast

Population: 3,791 (2002 census)

Only town on the island: Hanga Roa (with 3,304 inhabitants)

Number of ATMs on the island: 1 (and it didn't take our card)

Chile

National cocktail: Pisco sour (pisco brandy, lemon juice, and sugar)

Number of cities/towns visited: 14 (Santiago, Valparaiso, Pucon, Villarrica, Lican Ray, Conaripe, Valdivia, Osorno, Castro, Dalcahue, Achao, Puerto Varas, Puerto Montt, Puerto Natales)

Exchange rate: 1 USD = 545 Chilean pesos

Distance hiked on the “W” Circuit in Parque Nacional Torres Del Paine: 76 km (47 mi), over four days

Total hours on buses: 30 (approx.)

Argentina

Number of cities/towns visited: 26 (El Calafate, El Chalten, Rio Gallegos, Puerto Deseado, Trelew, Camarones, Puerto Madryn, Gaiman, El Bolson, Bariloche, San Martin de los Andes, Villa Meliquina, Mendoza, San Juan, Cordoba, La Cumbre, Jesus Maria, Alta Gracia, La Cumbrecita, Puerto Iguazu, Corrientes, Resistencia, Rosario, San Antonio de Areco, Buenos Aires, Tigre)

Number of penguin habitat areas visited: 4 (Isla Pinguino, Cabo Dos Bahias, Punta Tombo, Peninsula Valdes)

Area: 2,776,890 km² (1,072,157 sq. mi.)
- 8th largest country in the world

Distance traveled by bus: 8,216 km (5,094 mi)

Total hours on buses: 135 (approx.)

Distance traveled by rental car: 2,307 km (1,430 mi)

Total distance traveled: 10,523 km (6,524 mi) - similar to driving from Los Angeles to Fairbanks, Alaska, and back again

Longest bus ride: 24 hrs (Cordoba to Puerto Iguazu)

Best Argentine steak dinner: Cerro Lindo in El Bolson

Best Patagonian lamb: Tarquino in Bariloche

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More fun facts to come! And here's the link to some of our Peru pictures, posted on Shutterfly:

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Please comment! We LOVE comments!

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Downtown at Twilight

Bus Driver's post about downtown L.A. prompted me to post this picture I took a few months ago. Bus is right - the skyline can be really beautiful from certain angles. I took this one from the corner of 1st St. and Beaudry Ave.

South America: Camping or Hostel?

(This is an old post, from Nov. 26, 2006.)

Say you're traveling (with your significant other, if applicable), and you come upon a small town with only two options for lodging for the night. Would you rather (A) sleep in a hostel in a shared room with strangers, or (B) camp outdoors in a tent? That is the question of the day. Which would you choose?

For anyone who's interested, right now we're spending a couple of days in the charming town of El Bolsón in Argentina's Lake District. Nestled among gray mountains capped with (melting) snow and lush green fields full of these dazzling purple and pink cone-shaped wildflowers, El Bolsón has a totally laid back vibe, which I understand is in stark contrast to the bustling and cosmopolitan resort town of Bariloche, just a couple of hours to the north. This morning we perused the weekly artisans' fair, where local vendors were selling handcrafted leather bags, handmade silver jewelry, and homemade beer, among other things. After lunch, we had what Lonely Planet describes as arguably Argentina's best ice cream (at Heladería Jauja, if you ever find yourself here). It was pretty damn good.

Okay, back to the question. This situation actually came up for us during our four-day/three-night hiking trek in Torres Del Paine National Park in southern Chile (Nov. 10-13). Because the only indoor accommodations along the park's popular "W" trail are shared rooms in the refugios (mountain refuges), we would have to sleep in a shared room for the first time EVER. This gave me pause. Share our sleeping space? With people we don't know? My first thought was security. Will our stuff be safe? Do I need to sleep with my money belt on? Do I need to put R's camera under my pillow? And then my second thought was...

Ew.

What if our roommates are slobs? What if they have B.O.? What if they take off their nasty, sweaty socks and put them on the window sill, precariously hanging above my water bottle? What if they snore? What if they fart in their sleep? Can I really sleep with a stranger's fart just hanging there, lingering in the air in the crowded, stuffy room?

I never liked the idea of sharing a room with strangers, and neither did R. Before we decided to hike the "W," we had ALWAYS booked our own UN-shared room, double accommodation. Five years ago, when we tromped around Central Europe for six weeks after I took the bar, we booked private double rooms on that trip, even though hosteling was and is extremely popular in Europe and is supposed to be a great way to meet fellow travelers. Now, I'm five years older and five years grumpier, and I have five more years of habits and idiosyncrasies that I feel like only a private sleeping and living space can accommodate. Like, to use one of the previous examples, what if I'm the one that needs to fart in the room? Those are some nice choices there in a shared room: I can let it out as silently as possible and hope no one notices, all the while living with the guilt that I foisted upon these unsuspecting strangers the very thing that I detest and fear about the shared room situation; I can hold it and be uncomfortable all night, and try not to burst out laughing at the idea that I'm trying to hold it ALL NIGHT; or I can get out of bed, walk to the shared bathroom, and fart on some sleepy-eyed backpacker who just wanted to brush his teeth in peace. No thanks to all of those. At least in a normal double room, I can do what I always do when the gas needs to be passed: calmly inform R of the situation, politely excuse myself, and hurry to our private bathroom to let it out silently. (Yeah, right.)

Anyway, my first inclination was that I would rather camp than share a room. Then I remembered a split-second later that I don't like camping. We were totally pampered on the Inca Trail in Peru: the tour company provided the tents, sleeping bags and mats for us, and their porters carried all the equipment and set up and took down everything for us. And even on this, the cushiest camping trip you could possibly imagine (they also cooked all our meals and woke us up gently with coca tea every morning), I concluded that I don't really enjoy camping. It's cold in the tent. Things get wet when it rains during the night, or in the morning from the dew. It's dirty. The campsite's bathrooms are usually nasty. And it's crowded in the tent, what with your bags and shoes and the sleeping bags and all that.

So, in short, I was not happy with either option. However, in the end, the idea of a warm bed with blankets and a pillow won out, and so we decided to try the shared room thing. We found spaces in the refugios for the first and third nights, but the refugio we wanted was full on the second night, so we would need to rent camping equipment and camp outside anyway. So I would get to try both, and weigh them against each other.

And where did I come out, after all of this?

I'd say it's a draw.

The first night (shared room) was a little weird. After dinner, R and I walked into our room to find that the lights were out and that the four others in our six-person shared room were already asleep. We hadn't even met these people yet, and now we were going to crawl into our adjacent bunk beds and just go to sleep. It was a bit unnerving. In the morning, we met them briefly and saw that they were just normal people, but we didn't know that lying there during the night.

I didn't like the lack of control I had over what I could be doing right before bed. Because the lights were out and the others were asleep, I couldn't read the Lonely Planet, or talk to R, or do any of the other stupid little things you can do when you're by yourselves. We had to try to get ready for bed in the dark, using only R's muffled headlamp as a guiding light. To entertain myself, I made a game out of it and pretended I was a secret agent in training, moving as silently as a cat and only as much as necessary to complete the mission. Don't wake the strangers. It's amazing how much body control you need to change out of travelers' pants quietly. They're made out of this nylon-like synthetic material that's really loud when you crinkle or rumple it. It took me like five minutes to take my pants off because I was moving so slowly, but I didn't wake anyone up, so I decided that I won the game.

And on the third night (our second night sharing a room), we met a delightful Australian couple who were in the last month of a year-long round-the-world trip (!). (Damn, those Aussies know how to live.)

As for camping, the tent was already set up for us, and we could use the indoor bathrooms in the refugio, so it was cushier than normal. It was crowded in the tent, and I had a sore back the next day due to the extremely thin mat, but for the most part it was fine. There was one gas-related incident that I'm sure R will blog about someday. It makes me chuckle just thinking about it.

Neither sharing a room nor camping were as bad as I thought they would be. So, in the end, although they're still not my first choice, I would be willing to share a room or camp outside if we need to. And if I have to choose between them, I think I'll take the clean sheets, warm blankets, and roof over your head that come with sharing a room. I just need to make sure the hostel doesn't have beans or cabbage on the dinner menu that night.

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