On my way from Mendoza to Chile it all ended up a little bit different then planned. As I wanted to see Mount Aconcagua, with 6962m the highest mountain outside the Himalaya, I booked a bus ticket to Los Penitentes, which was described as ski resort, but also with lots of trekking tourists in summer. When I arrived there it was maybe 15 buildings, most of them hostel or hotels – all closed. Continue reading Aconcagua – the highest mountain outside Asia
In the city of Mendoza itself there wasn‘t actually too much too see, because the whole city was destroyed by an earthquake in the 1960ies. Plaza Independencia with its big fountain was quite nice, but that was it. Continue reading Argentina’s capital of wine – Mendoza
37 years too late, but I made it to Cordoba.
Argentina‘s second biggest city, almost the size of Vienna, had some nice colonial buildings in the city center. Also lots of young people, mainly to different universities in town, lots of bars and cafe‘s. Continue reading Cordoba – i werd narrisch
The touristic highlights of Rosario where definitely the Monumento de la Bandiera, the house, where Che Guevara was born (which was actually quite boring) and all the Parks along Rio Parana. Lionel Messi, who was also born in the city, doesn‘t have a monument in the city center so far… Continue reading visiting the birthplace of Che Guevara and Lionel Messi – Rosario
After a two night journey on the bus with a break in Concordia, I finally arrived in Puerto Iguazu. The hostel was quite close to the Bus Terminal and as it was not even 9am and my room wasn‘t ready, I decided to go to the Argentinian side of the falls straight away. Continue reading one of the biggest waterfalls in the world – Iguazu
On my journey from Montevideo to Puerto Iguazu I had a 12 hour stopover in Concordia. After a night on the bus from Montevideo to Salto, I took another bus to cross the border from Salto to Concordia in Argentina, where I arrived at 8 o’clock in the morning. After putting my luggage in the left luggage office, I went into the city center to change some US Dollars into Argentinian Pesos. Now being able to buy a busticket, I went back to the bus terminal and organized my ongoing journey to the North.
As my bus was at 8pm, I decided to spend most of the day at the shore of Rio Uruguay, which marked the border between Uruguay and Argentina. After a longer siesta I went back to the city center to get something to eat and continued then to the bus station. Continue reading Concordia – one day at the border between Uruguay and Argentina
On my last weekend in Uruguay I spent two days in the capital – Montevideo.
Before going there I heard different things about the city. Some people loved it, some people didn’t. So when I arrived there, my first direction was into the city center, where almost everything was shut down. Just some shops where open and not too many people on the street. The Ramblas at the shore of the Rio de la Plata where quite nice, two, three major sights, but that was it.
Continue reading Montevideo – probably the most dead capital I’ve ever been to
One of the main reasons to go to Uruguay was, that its beaches where supposed to be very nice and I wanted a beachbreak anyway.
After almost 12 hours on the bus, crossing the whole country, I arrived in the evening in Punta del Diablo, a quiet fishing village just south of the Brazilian border. It was five days of relaxing, lying on the beach, drinking beer and cocktails, having asado. One day I went by bike to the nearby Nationalpark Santa Teresa.
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Back in summer I decided to cross de Rio de la Plata and spend ten days in Uruguay.
My first stop was Colonia del Sacramento, which lies just opposite of Buenos Aires and could easily be reached by a one hour boat trip.
The town was small, but very nice. It’s city center with all its small houses and streets is part of the UNESCO world heritage.
Continue reading first stop in Uruguay: Colonia del Sacramento
After a ten hour bus ride, including crossing of the Strait of Magellan by boat, I arrived in Ushuaia, the so called “end of the world”. On arrival I made my way to the hostel which was a 20 minutes walk uphill and in the evening I went out with Nick, a guy from the US, whom I met already earlier in Torres del Paine.
Continue reading Ushuaia – El Fin del Mundo