Every traveller, whether they realize it or not, has a special little place in the back of their mind, where they build their ever-growing list of “Must See Places”. I am well aware of my list, as it not only lives in the forefront of my mind but is also slowly taking over my entire head space! No matter how long we travel or how many breathtaking places we visit, I will always have this list because it continues to inspire my dreams, aspirations and exploration of this wonderful world. Making South America the starting point for our world trip, meant that many of my “Must See Places” were suddenly within arms reach and we were faced with the difficult decision of which options to explore now, and which places would need to wait on our list for future travel in the years to come. Machu Picchu, the Lost City of the Incas was a no brainer. We would have sacrificed blood, sweat and tears to reach this iconic and fascinating destination…. And as it turned out, we just about did! Photo: One of the worlds most breathtaking archaeological sites, Machu Picchu Photos of Machu Picchu evoke feelings of wonder, amazement and admiration regardless of whether the viewer is aware of the incredibly accurate feat of engineering or whether their heart simply skips a beat just by seeing images of this stunning temple complex high in the Peruvian mountains. Visiting Machu Picchu was something I have dreamt about for years. Within weeks of arriving in South America back in May, Wade and I began planning our journey around somehow reaching Peru and booking onto the world-renowned Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. We decided not to take any risks as passes onto the official Inca Trail can sell out months in advance so we made a point of paying a bit extra in order to secure a spot on a Classic Inca Trail trek through Intrepid Travel. Photo: The train from Cusco to Aguas Calientes, the township at the base of Machu Picchu, passing yet another ruined Incan village As the date crept closer, we carefully planned every move in the month prior to ensure that we arrived in Cusco with enough time to acclimatize to the altitude -some 3240m above sea level - and sufficient down time in the days leading up to the 45km trek which would reach altitudes of up to 4200m above sea level. Of course, careful planning can only get you so far, and ours went right out the window when we chose to do a two-day trek into the Colca Canyon, 4 days before starting the Inca Trail! But that’s another story. You can read all about it in our Colca Canyon blog post. Cusco itself is a must see destination for any traveler to Peru. It is a culturally rich city that somehow manages to balance beautifully between the civilizations of old and the modern day tourist mecca it has become. In a 2 hour walking tour of the city, Wade and I were immersed in the stories and legends of this city and it’s rich history of the Incan Empire, Spanish rule and the many indigenous cultures of the region. The haunting music created by the Incan windpipes can be heard ringing throughout the town with many street musicians also playing a few of the lesser known Incan classics such as “Hot Cross Buns” or the theme tune from Super Mario Brothers! At the end of our walking tour we had the privilege of indulging in a shot of Pisco in a beautiful old traditional Pisco Bar. For anyone who hasn’t tried Pisco, it’s bizarrely similar to drinking a blazing ball of fire…. If you don’t trust me, try it for yourself! Photo: Just a few photos of the stunning city that is Cusco, Peru Cusco attracts the most diverse demographic of travellers that we have seen so far in our journey through South America. It is the gateway and the closest city to Machu Picchu and the Inca Trail. The lure of Machu Picchu draws the attention of not only the younger, more adventurous backpackers who spend days slogging it out on various walking tracks, but also brings bus loads of the high end, more… senior travellers who can now access this once lost city, in luxury and style thanks to the modern day comforts of the train and bus. After three days exploring the many museums, markets, plazas and churches of Cusco, it was finally time for us to pack, prep and completely freak out as the night before our Inca Trail journey had finally arrived. As Wade taped up his disgustingly blistered Colca Canyon feet, I sifted through our bags choosing only our most necessary belongings to put into the ruck sack which would be hauled along the trail by some of the most physically fit porters I have ever seen in my life. Meeting our group for the trek was slightly awkward and rushed because we had somehow been put onto a trek with a group who had already spent a number of days travelling together. Having said that, they were a great group with a clear majority of Aussies and our ages ranged from 22 to 50 years old. Photo: The official start of the infamous Inca Trail The trek itself was a mind blowing experience. Thanks to the hard work of the porters and our knowledgeable guides, it was much easier than we had first anticipated. Everyone was able to take the trek at their own pace, which meant that those wanting to walk faster and pull into camp earlier could do so while others preferred to take plenty of breaks and enjoy the scenery. Due to the differing effects of altitude sickness it’s important for people to take this walk at a comfortable pace as altitude sickness can affect anyone and can be a potentially fatal illness. To think that the Inca messengers used to run this track in mere hours is a feat that I cannot even begin to fathom in my wildest dreams! All meals, snacks and drinking water was provided by our wonderful porters who carry every bit of food, water and equipment along the length of the Inca Trail. The regulations for the porters are monitored and enforced at checkpoints along the way with each porter allowed to carry a maximum of 20kg for the 4-day trek. At every meal we were greeted by the smiling faces of the cooks and porters who had raced ahead of us all day, in order to have a meals tent set up for shelter as well as a hot three course meal complete with Coca Tea, snacks and fresh drinking water. By the time we pulled into the afternoon campsite, we were welcomed by congratulatory cheers, hot water to wash our tired bodies and our tents all set up with our belongings already laid out on our mattress. It truly was the most luxurious version of camping either of us has ever experienced! Photos (clockwise from left): Our campsites were set up and taken down every day by the incredible Intrepid porters; the kitchen tent with a view; the view from our final camp on the Inca Trail One of the greatest surprises and hidden gems of the Inca Trail for me, was that Machu Picchu, while it may be the best known and largest Inca complex along the trail, is only one of hundreds of historic Incan ruins in the area. Everyday along the trek, we were lucky enough to pass at least one major Inca town ship, village or place of worship, all of which displayed the incredible engineering skills and knowledge of the Incan culture. Photo: The Incas always built their towns, villages and farmland maintaining the existing shape of the mountain they were building on. This allowed for ideal irrigation, reinforced resistance to natural disasters and also maintained the flow of the natural landscape. Below: Every day we passed at least one village, temple or other stone remains of the once dominant Inca empire We couldn’t have been any luckier with the weather throughout our tour. While most mornings were misty and it was often understandably cold at over 3500m above sea level, most of the time we had blue skies and sunshine with only a sprinkling of rain and on the days that were cloudy, Pacha Mama (Mother Earth) was kind enough to keep the clouds high enough that we could still see and appreciate the magnificent landscape around us. And what a sight it was! Photo: The stunning scenery surrounding us for four glorious days On our third and final night, we were rewarded with an early finish to the day as we pulled into camp around 2pm. Our final afternoon hike had been relatively easy as we passed some of the trails' most significant Incan ruins as well as the two famous Incan tunnels. With a light rain forming, we had a few hours to rest and recuperate before an optional afternoon walk to a nearby Incan village complex. As soon as I heard that it was a relatively easy walk that could be done in thongs, I was in! Our tired feet were pretty happy to be out of shoes for a few hours. The path to Wiñay Wayna wound around the mountainside before opening up into this view: Wade still mocks me about it to this day, but I actually teared up when I saw this magnificent place. I don’t know if it was the photogenic, misty afternoon where clouds weaved silently between the stone remains or the fact that prior to starting the Inca Trail, I had no idea that these other sites even existed. Either way, something about this place took my breath away in an instant. Our guide Jabier explained a few features of the site and showed us around before taking a moment to explain to us just how special this place is. You see, the following morning we would be arriving at Machu Picchu, the milestone and purpose of most peoples Inca Trail hike. “But tomorrow” said Jabier “there would be 2000 people in more than 50 guided tour groups all vying for the perfect photo or the best selfie. Take this afternoon to really appreciate all that this remarkable place has to offer and the wonder and intrigue that the Incas created during their short yet mind blowing and productive era.” Wade and I did exactly that. We sat - at one point with only 2 other people - and just enjoyed our life for what it was in that moment. Sure we admired the ancient, yet flawless buildings and took a million and one photos, (possibly even a selfie or two!) but most of the time we just chilled, reflecting on our incredible experience, in a once in a lifetime destination. Photos: Just a few of the beautiful, ancient buildings at Wiñay Wayna which is a Quechua term meaning "forever young" Our final morning was an early start. In order to control entry to Machu Picchu, all trekking groups must check-in at the final check point no earlier than 5am on the final day. Once through the checkpoint, walkers still have another 2 – 3 hours before reaching the Sun Gate from where you are treated to a gratifying first glimpse of the magnificent Machu Picchu. It’s an incredible feeling finally seeing a place you had such high hopes for. And even better when it fulfills every crazy dream or hope you had for just how this moment would feel! Photo: Our first glimpse of the ancient city of Machu Picchu We slowly weaved our way down to the citadel of Machu Picchu as the morning sun was rising over a beautifully clear day. We didn’t take a minute of this incredible experience for granted after seeing so many recent photos where Machu Picchu is barely visible through the clouds! There were hugs, cheers and high fives all ‘round, however I personally didn’t feel that this was warranted. Don’t get me wrong, I could not have been more elated to finally be standing at the gateway to Machu Picchu, however I didn’t feel as challenged by the trek as I would’ve liked. While there were some difficult and lung busting uphill climbs due to the altitude I would’ve loved the trek to have gone for just one more day! I was enjoying the landscape and unique flora and fauna so much that I wasn’t ready for the journey to end. Now is probably a good time to also add that I probably wouldn’t have felt this way had I lugged my own clothes, tent, sleeping bag and food around for the past four days! The Inca Trail porters are an incredible and diverse group of people whose physical strength and endurance needs to be seen to be believed. Without them, the experience would have been almost impossible. Photos: (clockwise from top left) Wade, myself and our fabulous guide Jabier; the wonderful porters on the Inca Trail taking a well deserved break; just one of the stunning species of wildflowers along the track After a brief introduction to Machu Picchu, and a run through of the very strict rules and guidelines for this sacred and fragile site, Jabier led us on a guided tour of the place we had all trekked these past four days to see for ourselves. He took us around the incredible temples and through houses, farms and water features explaining the intricate and scientific engineering that makes Machu Picchu such a unique place. It truly is a masterpiece of engineering and architecture considering it is estimated that construction took place around 1450! We strolled through the Temple of the Sun and the Great Temple admiring the flawless stonework where the huge rocks have been carved so perfectly that they fit together without mortar and with so little space between rocks that not even a credit card can fit between two stones. There is evidence of astronomy, religion, agriculture and of course incredible engineering and architecture throughout Machu Picchu. Photos (clockwise from top left): The incredible and skilfully carved stonework throughout the temples at Machu Picchu; the outer wall of the Temple of the Sun; maintenance and restoration works are continually carried out at Machu Picchu to ensure that this important site is preserved for future generations Much of the mystery surrounding Machu Picchu stems from the fact that somehow throughout the Spanish conquest, this special place managed to remain hidden high in the mountains of Peru. While the Spanish were destroying and plundering Incan villages and sites throughout the surrounding region, Machu Picchu remained untouched. In fact, evidence suggests that the Incas only inhabited Machu Picchu for around 100 years before abandoning it and leaving behind very few artifacts from their daily life. The Incas had no written language which contributes greatly to the mystery and intrigue of Machu Picchu. I was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity and a million questions for our knowledgeable guide. Many theories and much speculation surrounds the exact purpose of this site, however many historians agree that it was either a sacred religious site or a Royal estate for the Inca ruler, Pachacuti. Macchu Picchu was left relatively untouched by the modern world until the late 1800’s when there are various accounts of explorers, archeologists and local farmers speaking of the Lost City of the Incas roughly 80km from Cusco. It was however in 1911 when Hiram Bingham, an American explorer and lecturer, was led to Machu Picchu by a group of local farmers that Machu Picchu was first revealed to the modern world. When Hiram Bingham first laid eyes on Machu Picchu it is believed he was rather unimpressed, as he didn’t believe it was the “Lost City of the Incas” that he was searching for. For centuries the jungle had taken over, concealing this ancient city to the point where more than three quarters of the structures that we can see today were completely hidden by vegetation. It is believed that still today there could be more buildings buried in the thick undergrowth of the jungle. Photos (clockwise from left): It's not hard to imagine Machu Picchu as a royal retreat when you see the grandeur of this city up close; the only remaining inhabitants at Machu Picchu... the llamas; the steps carved into the mountainside are created using an ingeniuous drainage system allowing for faultless irrigation and making these steps perfect for growing crops As our guided tour with Jabier came to an end and my brain was frantically trying to store all of the fascinating information we had just been fed, the majority of our group left Machu Picchu and boarded the bus into the nearby town of Aguas Calientes where our journey would end. Wade and I were once again alone, (well, as alone as you can be while surrounded by 2000 strangers!) as we wandered around this magnificent place. There was no way in the world I was leaving here a minute sooner than we had to! It’s not every day you are able to wander around an ancient kingdom, on a beautiful clear day just imagining what this place once was and just how it looked all those centuries ago.
Unfortunately we were booked onto the afternoon train back to Cusco, which meant that regrettably, the time came where we did have to leave. We climbed up to a breathtaking vantage point on the grassy steps above this modern wonder of the world, and as we looked around in silence, we realized that we were staring at the most brilliant fusion of human kind and nature’s finest work, all in one magnificent place.
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It was a week unlike anything I ever could have dreamt or imagined. I knew it would be a unique experience and one that I would never forget but I didn't know that it would exceed my every expectation and leave me completely in awe of the natural beauty and wonder of this special place. The Galápagos Islands are, in my opinion, one of the most untouched and truly natural places in the world. I think we often refer to places as "untouched paradises" but the only place I have ever visited where I can honestly say this is the Galápagos. The only signs of humankind on the majority of the islands are the rustic landing points for the inflatable dinghies and a few small wooden posts marking the otherwise elusive walking tracks. Life here is pure perfection. Seeing animals interact with humans as if we are all equal inhabitants of the earth is fascinating. On day one, we were told that we were not to touch the animals or allow them to touch us. I nervously giggled when I heard this because I didn't actually believe we would get close enough to even consider touching the wildlife! It was only hours later that I realised the true extent of these animals fearlessness of humans. While fighting the temptation to pet a newborn baby sea lion was a daily mental battle, these rules and the guidance of the incredibly knowledgeable Park Rangers allow this place to remain the wonderful place that it is. These animals do not fear us nor do they need us. In their minds we are simply two species living side by side. To be chased down a beach by a baby sea lion whose curiosity is even greater than your own is such a special experience that any previous thoughts of breaking the rules are simply washed away. It is thanks to the strict rules and regulations of the Galápagos Islands National Park that this environment still exists today and hopefully will do for many years into the future. It is impossible for me to put into words our entire experience on the Galápagos Islands. To experience nature in this way is something that you must see and feel for yourself in order to fully understand. However having said that, there's not much point to this blog unless I at least try to describe our glorious week cruising these incredible Islands! We decided very early on that regardless of the strict budget we had been trying to maintain, when it came to the Galápagos Islands we would be booking an island hopping cruise in order to see as much wildlife and as many of the different island environments as possible. We chose to do one of the longest cruises available, which was 8 days and 7 nights onboard the superior class Fragata yacht with a total of 16 passengers. During the 8 days, we would visit a total of 11 islands out of the 19 main islands that make up the Galapagos Archipelago. On top of this Wade and I also chose to spend three extra days on the most populated island, Santa Cruz, so that Wade could do a scuba dive and I could continue to explore this natural theme park for every possible minute. After visiting the Amazon, we went to the Galápagos with the same attitude that is encouraged there: "go expecting to see nothing and everything you do see will be a surprise". In hindsight this opinion was so far from the truth it's not funny! Almost everything that we hoped to see was crossed off our list within the first 3 hours of arriving! As if planted by a Park Ranger in anticipation of our arrival, we were greeted at our first island, Genovesa, by a barking Sea Lion. Minutes after being reminded not to get too close to the wildlife, there we were tip toeing around a mother and her pup who had chosen our only path as their resting place for the morning. After our group had collectively taken our first thousand photos of this posing duo we began our walk and only moments later were face to face with hundreds of the famous Red Footed Boobies. There were Boobies nesting, Boobies flying, big Boobies, small Boobies, young Boobies and old Boobies, not to mention everything in between! We were absolutely surrounded by birds, many of whom were feeding their young or nesting on a pile of eggs and regardless of that were still absolutely unperturbed by our presence. There were more bird species on the island than I can possibly recall. As our guide scoured the rocky cliff for a unique species of owl that does its’ hunting during the day, we simply took a minute to catch our breath and realise where we were. It was a dreamlike moment, watching hundreds of birds flying overhead and walking around our feet as if humans couldn't possibly pose a threat to their magnificent way of life. If only that were true. The many bird species of the Galapagos Islands Top Row: Nesting Nazca Boobie with young, Galapagos Mockingbird, Red Footed Boobie Middle Row: Young unknown species, Frigate birds in flight, pair of Albatross Bottom Row: American Oystercatcher, Blue Footed Boobie, Magnificent Frigate bird That afternoon, we snorkelled the rocky headland of the island and chased the delighted squeals of grown adults unable to contain their excitement as a group of sea lions decided to join us, intrigued by these strange creatures around them…. Us! Their enthusiasm and energy in the water was infectious and before we knew it we were out of breath and choking on water while attempting to imitate our much more graceful friends. I never could have anticipated the adrenalin rush and pure childlike happiness that came from coming face to face and belly to belly with these magnificent animals as they became overcurious and brushed against us underwater. Of course there was also an incredible array of sea life on the ocean floor and covering every rocky surface underwater. There were bright blue star fish, orange spotted star fish, sea urchins, sea snakes, lobster and huge schools of fish everywhere! Within minutes of entering the water, I was having the most incredible snorkelling experience of my life. At this stage, I didn't even know that for the next seven days, snorkelling in this fascinating archipelago of Islands would be just a small part of every mind blowing day! Photo: Just some of the incredible sea life that can be seen while snorkelling in the Galapagos Islands Clockwise from top left: The unique Marine Iguana endemic to the Galapagos, Eagle Ray, Sea Lion, School of fish, Sarah snorkelling with fish and starfish, White Tipped Galapagos sharks On our way back to our boat on that first afternoon, we passed a group of sea turtles hovering on the surface of the crystal water and later that evening watched sea lions and a pelican fighting over fish on the back deck of our boat, all while sharks lurked below. If our cruise had ended then and there, I would have been content, believing that I had seen everything the Islands had to offer! Everything from here on in was a bonus and we had no idea what was still to come. Our boat the Fragata and it's crew were superb. The food was some of the best we had in South America. With a hearty breakfast, three course lunches and delicious dinner every night we were certainly well fuelled for our adventures ashore the Islands. We woke each day to the sun beaming in our window - which stretched the length of our private cabin - and opening the curtains to a breathtaking scene of untouched beaches, topaz water and an abundance of new wildlife and landscape to explore on a different island each day. Photo: Our cabin onboard the Fragata yacht (L) and the Fragata in all her glory (R) Each island was so unique in its landscape, flora and fauna that a lot of the time it was difficult to accept that they could possibly be so close to one another. One minute we were standing on a white sandy beach surrounded by sea lions and the next we wandered along a rocky path past the tallest variety of cactus in the world while carefully choosing our footsteps in between a pile of completely chilled sun baking land iguanas. One very small islet is even known as the youngest in the Galápagos Archipelago and is made up entirely of a shiny black, silver and gold surface, which was once molten lava. The ripples, curves and bubbles created by the hot flowing mass, are a natural artwork beneath your feet. Every day we spent aboard the Fragata was exceptional in it’s own right. Our days were filled with wildlife, plant life, snorkelling in crisp, clear ocean waters and then relaxing in good company at the end of a long day. Unwinding with travel stories from around the world or awe-ispired conversations about the paradise we had all travelled so far to discover. Our guide Rissel made the experience a highly educational one. His passion for the islands was contagious and I was definitely guilty of being “that person” that asks the million-and-one questions… daily! Our prior planning paid off ten fold as many people left the islands with a deep sadness as the cruise ended on our last morning. We were lucky enough to have three more days on the islands along with another two travellers from our cruise. This extra time helped us to slowly wean ourselves off the adrenalin rush that was the previous eight days. It also allowed Wade to do two scuba dives, one to the infamous Gordon Rocks. Gordon Rocks is famous for not only its sea life but also for a notorious current that sweeps between the huge underwater rocks. Wade was lucky enough to see two of the elusive Mola Mola (or Sunfish) on his first dive. These incredible deep water fish can grow to an impressive 1.8m long, 2.5m from fin to fin and up to 1000kg! Those that Wade saw, did not disappoint! Photo: Wade scuba diving with three enormous Mola Mola or Sun Fish Staying on the main island of Santa Cruz also allowed us the opportunity to witness life on the most populous of the Galapagos Islands first hand. While the islands main industry is tourism, fishing is also a major contributor to the food source available on the islands. A huge variety of fresh fish and lobster are brought ashore daily and sold at a rustic fish market on the side of the main road in town. We didn’t hesitate to take advantage of this and ate like kings with daily meals of fresh Lobster, Barracuda and Tuna all for unbelievable prices. We even found one restaurant who would allow you to purchase your own lobster and fish at market price then they would cook it for you with your choice of sides for the measly cost of $5 per person! Needless to say, we ate lobster for three days straight! Photo: There is no such thing as too much lobster! As it turned out, staying those extra nights on Santa Cruz, didn’t actually make leaving the Islands any easier. We spent our last night, nostalgically wandering through town after a huge lobster feed, before watching sea lions lazing around on anchored boats with only the moonlight exposing their rebellious act. After visiting this magical place, I completely understand how Charles Darwin spent a lifetime researching, visiting and writing about the Galapagos Islands. Sadly though, we have neither the time, money or intellect to do such a thing and while I would love to write about this fantastic place forever, I would like to think that if I leave some things up to the imagination, I might inspire someone to visit the islands themselves one day. I will however, leave you with some interesting facts about the Galapagos Islands, their history and their many wonderful inhabitants both flora and fauna.
In the eight months we have now been travelling, I have been asked many times "Where has been your favourite place?". Sometimes I'll say two or three incredible destinations or other times I'm too overwhelmed to choose just one magnificent location out of all of the countries and environments we have visited. But deep down, I know that there really is one just one place that stole my heart from the first minute.
The glorious Galapagos Islands. * For more photos from our incredible week cruising the Galapagos Islands go to our "Galapagos Islands Photo Album" Cartagena is one of the most beautiful cities I've ever seen. The architecture and colourful tree lined streets of the Walled City are unlike any place I have ever visited. The vibrant windows framed by Bougainvillea are just asking to have their photo taken and the atmosphere is lively, almost festive, all the time. The temperature is sweltering, street vendors sell freshly sliced tropical fruits and every street corner offers a new possibility to explore. I loved it from day one couldn't have been happier that this would be our home for the coming weeks. Arriving in Colombia and finally departing Portuguese-speaking Brazil also marked the start of our next 4 months in Spanish speaking countries. We were excited about this as we would both like to achieve a basic grasp of the language during our time in South America but Brazil had really put the brakes on our progress. Before leaving Brazil we had discussed the various places we could settle for a week or so to attend a Spanish language school and it just happened to make sense that we would get started ASAP. So there we were in the beautiful, historic coastal city of Cartagena, ready to make ourselves comfortable, smash out some Spanish and explore the city….. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Cartagena is a reasonably large city however for most travellers, their visit centres around the UNESCO listed Old Walled City and the nearby backpacker suburb of Getsemani. The walls of the Old City of Cartagena are an incredible insight into this city's history. They were built between the 16th and 18th centuries to protect the city from pirate attacks. The walls are up to 20 metres thick in sections and several cannons still stand next to observation turrets, defensively watching over the ocean. We chose a hostel on the well known backpacker street Calle Media Luna. The street has some very well known party hotels (one of which is owned by a friendly Aussie) but with the atmosphere comes a higher price and we actually wanted something quieter seeing we would need to be at school by 9am everyday. Wade and I opted for a smaller, cheaper hostel only metres away from the party hostels but with a quieter, more local feel to it. Hotel La Española had a unique charm about it that only faded slightly when we realized on day three that we were in fact right above a pumping nightclub! Within our first few hours of arriving in Cartagena, a few things occurred that at first surprised us but over the next 2 weeks would become part of everyday Cartagena life. For starters we met a well dressed, super creepy man who wanted to know all about us. We stopped to chat seeing as he seemed extremely interested in where we had been and what we were doing in Cartagena. It was only after we told him our names and where we were from that he quite openly introduced himself as the local drug king pin. He offered us an array of goods including free samples, all of course because we were his new friends and “he liked the look of us”…. Whatever that meant! It only took us three days to find an alternate route around town that avoided our new friend on our daily walking path! Make friends with the locals... Tick! We were then offered lunch by a motherly Spanish woman as we walked passed a very homely looking doorway. I used my basic Spanish to ask what the food was and how much it would cost. The price was cheap enough and while I didn’t understand every word, I gathered that we had a choice between chicken, beef or fish. We sat at a table surrounded by locals who were all eating plates of delicious looking food but we had absolutely no idea what WE were getting. Ten seconds later "Mamma" (as we decided to name our oh-so-efficient chef/waitress/business owner) came back with an icy cold juice and a bowl of hot soup. At first the thought of hot soup in 30 degree weather with 80% humidity sounded terrible but this soup was incredible! Wade looked vaguely disappointed at the fact that our lunch was soup and juice but I assured him that Mamma said something about chicken or meat and I had asked for one of each. Before we had even finished our soup there were two wonderful plates of deliciousness sitting in front of us. One with grilled chicken, rice, beans, plantain and salad and the other the same but with steak. Our lunch was awesome and when we asked for the bill at the end we really didn't know what to expect seeing as Mamma had somehow also sneakily added soup and a drink to our lunch order. In total, twelve thousand peso. Hmmm the new exchange rate was still messing with me a little but I'm sure that equals $6 or $7 for the two of us. I gave Mamma a large note just in case I my Spanish translation was wrong but no it was right. I thought she was going to hug us when we left the equivalent of a $2 tip and we left more satisfied by a meal than we had been in weeks. I asked Mamma about the juice and soup and she simply gave me a confused look and said “Menu del Dia”. I looked this up later and as it turns out, lunch meals in Colombia consist of soup, a main plate and a fresh juice all for one small price! Eat Colombian style "Menu del dia" like a local.... Tick! We spent the rest of our first day in Cartagena speaking to the different Spanish schools in town. While they all seemed great we chose to go with Babel and couldn't have made a better decision. Prior to signing up to Babel, my grasp of the Spanish language could be entirely attributed to a combination of: 1) The extensive vocab of Speedy Gonzalez 2) an App called "Mind Snacks" (try it, it's awesome!) and 3) the song from the 1992 Barcelona Olympics which for some bizarre reason, at the ripe old age of 7, I decided was the coolest song around.... it wasn't. On our first day at school we had 6 people in our class. By day two, we were down to four and by day three we were down to three. Wade and I found ourselves a new friend in James the pommie, who within minutes of meeting we immediately loved his wicked sense of humour and even better was that he only had a slightly better grasp of Spanish than ourselves! Our teacher Gisella was fantastic although it took her a few days to accept that she had somehow scored two of the most typical "naughty boys" at school in her class of three! The poor woman had no idea what had hit her. By the end of our first week we had a vague understanding of verbs and adjectives but knew without a doubt phrases such as "porn star", and even had an hour lesson on the history of Colombia including guerrillas, drugs and Pablo Escobar (all in Spanish of course!). In all honesty though, as much as we strayed from the normal curriculum, Gisella was a fantastic teacher and somehow the three of us English-speaking morons managed to really improve our Spanish over two weeks of school. Speak Spanish like a gringo…. Tick! During our two weeks of study we even had two school excursions! The first was to a small beach called Punta Arena which we accessed via a 20 minute boat ride from Cartagena. We wandered this idyllic island for the day playing word games and learning vocabulary relating to our surroundings. Our second excursion was to the local market, Mercado Bazurto. While Wade cringes at the mere thought of markets, I loved every minute strolling the alleys of this truly local market while learning all about the local foods and trying some of the more unique fruits and foods on offer.
Seeing as our two weeks of Spanish School were the most routine we have had in the past 3 months we decided that we deserved a break on the weekend for all of our hard work! The beaches in Cartagena are nothing to write home about and by Australian standards are pretty miserable, so we decided that along with a group of girls from school we would head to Playa Blanca for the weekend. Playa Blanca is either a one hour drive or boat trip from Cartagena and once you are there it has all the makings of a remote, idyllic island only technically it is part of the mainland. While it is an absolutely stunning beach, we all agreed that the vendors on the beach offering everything from bottled water to oysters to creepy massages kinda ruined it a little. Eventually we headed down the beach to the overnight accommodation where there were far less tourists and therefore far less people trying to sell you warm oysters and unwelcome foot rubs. The one salesman that every tourist welcomes is the Coco Loco man. He spends his day strolling up and down the beach selling ridiculously strong Piña Coladas and other rum based concoctions in fresh coconuts and all made from his wheelbarrow. The guy is a genius! We all decided to stay the night on Playa Blanca seeing as all the tourists leave at 4pm so we had the beach more or less to ourselves. We chose a small thatched roof hut as our accommodation for the night and Wade and I made a daring move when we decided to give the hammocks another "crack"! Lucky for us, this shelter held up better than our last and we made it through the night unscathed. Our second day on Playa Blanca was spent swimming, reading and hooning around on a jet ski. It was a great escape from the city for a few days and really made us feel ‘normal’ again by having a weekend! During our second week in Cartagena we spent some serious time exploring the city. By the time we left the city, we had walked every street within a 1km radius of our hostel and thoroughly explored the museums, architecture and alleyways of the magnificent fortified Walled City. During the days Cartagena is a stunning combination of bustling plazas, colourful window frames and blossoming bougainvillea while after dark the city shines in all it's beauty from the vantage point of the historic walls surrounding this unique UNESCO listed city. I was sad to say goodbye to Cartagena. It had been our home for 15 days - longer than we have spent anywhere on our trip so far! Hotel La Española had really grown on me. Angela, the owner greeted us by name and asked about our day at school every time we passed her and the toilet-seat-less toilet and PVC pipe for a shower head now looked like cute quirky features of our home away from home.
We spent our last night in the city having a few ice cold beers out on the busy party street with our school mate James and the local beer vendors (who we now knew on a first name basis) while sweating in the city's never ending humidity. It was a fitting, if not poetic end to our time in Cartagena. Quite often we find ourselves forming a basic opinion about a place prior to arriving. I personally, like to read about places but prefer not to look at pictures of it because I feel like it almost ruins a part of the excitement. Wade on the other hand, reads blogs, looks at photos, maps the route to our accommodation, stalks the governor of a city on Facebook and knows every dodgy part of town before we even leave the previous town! So when it came to Salvador, I was really excited about exploring the city. We had spent a good two weeks chilling out on beaches, away from any real hustle and bustle so having a city to explore for a few days was going to be a welcome change. I had booked us in to an apartment owned by an Aussie guy and his Brazilian wife, in the area known as the Old City or Pelourinho. All I knew about Pelourinho was that it had plenty of colourful historic buildings, winding cobblestone streets and was a real cultural hub of Salvador. The part I had conveniently overlooked was that Salvador is currently one of the worst cities in Brazil for violent crime. Wade didn't overlook this so my excitement was met by his poor attitude at the thought of having to protect my naive arse for the next three days! When we arrived by ferry, Salvador looked more or less like the biggest sh*t hole we have seen thus far. The lower part of the city is a panoramic view of crumbling old apartment buildings, broken glass where there once were widows and an overall grey and dull feel about it. We were with a friend we had met in Itacaré so we all decided to share a taxi rather than walking aimlessly with all of our belongings on our back. We were greeted at our apartment by the owners' brother who gave us a quick intro before leading us up to their rooftop patio to give us a better idea of the city. Dave, the owner had written a 6 page "Guide to Salvador" for any guests in his apartment and as we looked at his maps and listened to his brother, all Wade I were hearing was: "don't go there, it's dangerous". "Don't go there after 4pm, it's also dangerous". "Go down that street to the right but not to the left. Left is the dodgy end of town". "Don't carry more than $50 on you and keep some small notes separate so you can grab them easily in case you do get mugged". "If you go out after 5pm spend the extra money to get a taxi even if it's only a 5 minute walk. The same goes when you're coming home". Great! That usual excitement I get about exploring a new city evaporated in record time. We felt safe enough in our apartment as the family all lived in one big secure complex and had done for quite some time so it was just outside that we had to be concerned about! We had planned to meet some friends from our week in Itacaré that first night (read our Itacaré blog here) so we jumped in a taxi and took off. Unfortunately it was Monday, which in Salvador is the most eerily quiet night I've seen so far in all of South America. Almost every restaurant and bar in the apparently usually busy nightlife district was closed. We had dinner and a few drinks with our mates before saying goodnight and jumping in a taxi to go home. About 5 minutes after walking through our door we heard a gunshot that we can only estimate the distance of but Wade reckons it was within 500m from our building. And on that note, we drifted off to sleep. The next morning was absolutely miserable. Rain had been pelting down since early morning so we waited until it eased to head out. We went to the only two dry places we could think of. First a shopping centre for some basic necessities and then the Mercado Modelo which is the central market for art, handicrafts and souvineers. Markets are not usually on top of Wade's "to do list" but this one was fantastic. First up, we almost bought a massive two piece artwork before remembering that we don't have a house to put it in! We drowned our sorrows by stopping in at the next stall where a guy was selling a variety of local foods such as honeyed cashews, banana cakes and locally produced chocolate. He also had one of the biggest collections of cachaça we've seen in Brazil. Cachaça is the local liquor used to make Caprinha's. While I was tasting a delicious chocolate liqueur with a side of sugared coconut, Wade was given a shot of 70% cachaça that came out of a bottle containing not only the alcohol, but also a whole.... yes a WHOLE lobster. It smelt about as good as it sounds and while my shop keeper mate was pouring my second shot of chocolatey goodness, Wade pussied out, reached behind old mates back and quickly threw his cup in the bin without so much as a taste! Pffft soft! The rain continued throughout the afternoon and night so after a quiet night in, I was determined to do some sightseeing the following day, rain, hail or shine. We woke to a beautiful sunny day and headed straight into the historic Pelourinho district. Pelourinho is a large cobblestone area of town filled with more churches, museums and beautiful old buildings than you can poke a stick at. While there were certain museums I originally wanted to visit, we ended up going wherever was either free, had signs in English or offered an English speaking guide. Somehow this left us at the coin museum (about as fascinating as it sounds) and the Jorge Armado Museum which was actually quite interesting. We wandered the steep cobblestone streets for hours, taking plenty of photos, listening to live music, watching a bit of Capoeira and just really enjoying this historic part of Salvador.
On our last night we went to sleep to the reassuring sound of two more gunshots which we convinced ourselves must be a nightly ritual similar to a 12 gun salute.
There was so much more we would have loved to see in Salvador but we have decided to pick up our pace over the next few weeks as Brazil is starting to suck our bank account rather dry. Tomorrow afternoon we leave Salvador on a 24 hour bus straight to Fortaleza. This was a difficult decision as we are missing quite a few places by doing this but we both know it's just not possible to see everywhere. So with our phones charged, a bag of snacks packed and a good set of ear plugs, we are off to Fortaleza on a bloody long bus trip. The buses here can be quite hit and miss so I hope I won't have much to say about it in my next blog because I was sleeping soundly the entire trip..... yeeeeeah right!! For the first time, we don't actually have a plan once we step off the bus so I look forward to filling you in on what we did in our next blog! |
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