The most expensive shit of the trip

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
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Trip End Feb 26, 2011


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Friday, November 26, 2010

We had a lie in today well at least we had a lie in until 7am which was nice, we had breakfast (today I tried the cheerios instead of cornflakes), still living the gastronomic dream), we got on the bus at 8am and drove for about 1.5 hours picking up others and driving to the Perito Morino glacier. We finished off last night's film on the way and managed to steam up the bus windows as we had left on our coats for the journey and I got a right sweat on. As we got to the park gate I had all my tickets ready to add one with today’s stamp on it on the top only to find you don’t get off the bus to buy your tickets they get on and charge you, thus another 20 odd quid down the tubes. I’m trying not to let spending money in South America get me down but it just seems to be disappearing faster than you can say "Red Wine 1 per litre", we should just stop and become alcoholics here it would be much cheaper than what we are doing.

The first part of the trip was another boat tour up and down the South face of the glacier (we did the north face yesterday), the Lady wasn’t feeling great though so left me to battle it out to get a few pictures with the hoards of manic DSLR wielding photomaniacs (that said some days we take so many pictures it is frightening). The next part was to do the viewing platforms, again I wasn’t feeling too positive at this point as I had now seen both faces of the glacier and couldn’t see what else this could offer me. Erica however was full of enthusiasm.

As soon as we got to the top platform I was taken aback, a completely different view of what must be one of the most amazing natural phenomenon’s in the world. This thing is just amazing, one of the posh women from last night had been telling us she would argue that it is not actually a glacier as such but the remains of the ice fields now being fed through glacial processes. We didn’t have much to say to that, but even after about 3 hours we still hadn’t had enough, we just sat listening to the creaks and crashes as the ice would fall off the faces into the water. The time had come though to jump back on the bus and refreshingly we were back in town by 16:30. We picked up.... pasta and tinned tomatoes (wow this is exciting isn’t it), a couple of bricks of red wine and a litre of beer (also cheap at about 80p) to last the next few days. Erica skyped her folks from an internet cafe before they left for holidays and we got back to the hostel. We started trying to get sorted for flights and buses for the next few days but it was really frustrating as the internet was only working intermittently so just as you thought you were getting somewhere everything would just disappear. We had some olives and the beer, red wine and pasta and chatted to some of our dorm mates a young couple from down south who were having a couple of months in South America. They were good fun and completely the opposite of our posh friends from last night. We ended up drinking both bricks of red wine (sharing them about obviously we are so generous when it comes to red wine that costs a quid per litre). We were joined by various other people and it ended up we went to bed about 5 hours before our alarm was going to off. A little frustrating for me because while I was trying to sort things out Erica gets to chat to people having fun while I look like a recluse trying to phone plane companies and renegotiate prices from the internet fare price generally to no avail.

Oh yes the reason for the title of the blog, I had on my screen at one point a return flight from Buenos Aires to Rio de Janeiro for 200 each (about the same as the bus, but with a full day in Uruguay as well (which was ideal as we had been wanting to go to Montevideo). The loos here are all en-suite and while hostels boast about this I hate it, if you want a plop the whole dorm listens to it then gets the pleasure of smelling it when you come out. As our dorm mates decided they were heading into town and would be back in an hour I dropped the laptop ran to the pooper and plopped a bit of a smelly plop. Then I had to use the Lady’s deodorant as well as trying to waft the smell out of the window (the loo is not on an external wall) so I was running around the room with a towel. By the time all that commotion was done I got back to enter my credit card details and the price of the flights had increased by about 70 each meaning they were no longer affordable, Erica said “serves you right that was the most expensive poo of the trip”. 
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Rorie on

Glad ye got to see the glacier from the front balcony cos thats the best view of the lot, also i'm glad you have now given into the idea that ye take more photos than i used to. When i think of all the times Stevo used to take the piss out of me, actually i think it used to become a daily ritual in the end Genius boy.

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farknash on

usted tiene email. [u have mail] es de I, Michael. a roundtheworld2010@ hotmail.co.uk. [to that address] por favor asegúrele el cheque él. [please check and respond] muchas gracias. la lluvia - puede llover en España - y particularmente en esos llanos - pero nieva en caballo de alquiler... xx

Carlene on

You crack me up- your poo was something straight out of a comedy sketch

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