I'm sitting in NY. Yes! in NY. At my mother's PC and dreading the last few posts that I'm sort off supposed to write to document the end of our South American experience ( Read more... )

The reason for the next four days was this quote "... on epic 4WD-journey to Parque Nacional dos Lencois Maranhenses you'll roll past sand dunes and splash through creeks, ducking palms as the untouched landscape unfolds around you." "The best part is getting there," Shurik was very excited about this. I went along. I would be lying if I said I was ( Read more... )

We flew here. It's not like we got sick of buses, I actually almost miss the crippling pain in my back and the smell of the portable lavatory, but it was simply cheaper to fly then to take the bus. The whole plane thing, though, actually threw us off. In a night we went back to being wide eyed tourists who fall for all those little tricks the local ( Read more... )

Just our luck. Coming in to town we find out that every hotel room in town is booked due to some Evangelistic convention, some sport championship, and another event we don't even remember. We came to the town of Resistencia to see for ourselves at least a small portion of the some three hundred sculptures scattered in the area. I was really excited ( Read more... )