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Last Hours in South America

Another quick post. I've fallen behind on updating both the pictures and the blog. But I will do another monster post soon. Or maybe little episodic ones. I am back in Rio de Janeiro, and am flying to Australia tonight. Today is exactly four months since starting my trip. South America has treated me well. Aside from that crooked bastard of a cab driver on day one, I've had no trouble with anything other than some minor attempts at swindling.


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Arraial do Cabo

I'm in Arraial do Cabo, in Brazil. Carnival was weird and crazy, kind of like a giant house party at somebody's house you don't know, all over the city and in the streets. Everybody standing around drinking. Wifi in Brazil so far has been hard to come by. I just got kicked out of a hotel lobby and am now outside sitting on a sidewalk that smells like piss stealing their internet.


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Carnaval

No posts in a while, will post more soon. I'm in Rio for Carnaval and am paying ridiculous amounts for internet. But I am alive and having a ton of fun. Supposedly biggest party in the world. Heres is the view from my window after the first day. More later. Anonymous 2010-02-15T02:36:19.599Z Three cheers Sam is alive and and well. Happy valentines day! alix 2010-02-15T22:04:57.


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To Sum Up:

Alright. Finally have a good internet connection. Except for La Paz, everywhere I went in Bolivia had computers and internet that seemed to be from the early 90s. So slow that I would type a sentence and then have to stare at the screen waiting to see if it appear. Right now I am in Lima. Alf is speaking Spanish on TV. I got in the night before last. Alix gets in tonight.


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Bolivia

For the record, I have made it safely into Bolivia. I´ve yet to find reliable wifi, so I haven´t been able to get a good blog post up. Right now I´m in La Paz. Yesterday I went on a popular tour, which is to ride mountainbikes down the ¨world´s most dangerous road.¨ It is 3600m of descent in three hours. I´ll have some pictures up when I get to a good connection.


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The Desert

Peter and I left Chiloe and went to Puerto Montt. Peter´s birthday is boxing day, the 26th of December. The only sit down restaurant we could find was a place in a mall food court that only served things on french fries. Chicken, chili, chicken and chili, cheese... We went back to the hotel and watched Waterworld on tv. He´s probably had better birthdays. The next day I flew back to Santiago, and then to Calama.


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Christmas in Another Country

Happy holidays to everybody! I was going to go make some surprise phone calls, but of course I then realized everything is closed on Christmas day. I also should probably have at least mailed some postcards, but didn't think of that either. Fail. It is a rainy Christmas morning on Chiloe. So rainy, in fact, that I am doing nothing but lurking in the hostel and lurking my way around the internet.


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Chiloe

Been quite a while since the last post, my apologies. I'm still alive, and things are going well. This is going to be a short post, because I'm a little short on time. When I was sill in Santiago the Australian couple put me in contact with an author they had met at one of their fancy parties. He was in Santiago but was going to be leaving for southern Chile to return a rental car, and, never having met me, offered me a spot so I could tag along.


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The Diplomatic Life

I got into Santiago some days ago. The bus ride across the Andes was incredible, and often found us freakily close to the edge of sharp drops over cliffs. I think I posted at least one picture, but it's hard to convey the "oh my god he's not going to turn in time and they don't have guardrails why don't they have guardrails oh my god we're all going to die"


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Sad News from the Front (only a little)

I brought only three pairs of boxers with me on my eight month venture. Every night, washing clothes in the sink. One pair is now officially MIA, lost in the hostel washing service. It was 20 pesos for that laundry service, too. My go-to pair of shorts was also temporarily unaccounted for, but I found them still hanging on the line outside, ignored but not forgotten. I didn't account for attrition in my packing.


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