idsassa.blogg.se

I have been travelling.

Publicerad 2013-05-05 22:35:01 i Allmänt,

I have been jetlagged on a top-bunk in Lima, seen A LOT of incaruins, rumbling through the streets of Cusco after too many mojitos and gotten foodpoisoning on a night bus where you only were allowed to pee in the toilet. I have been visiting the floating islands on lake Titicaca, climbing a hill in Copacabana and seen Chicolitas wrestling before we went off the beaten track and in to the djungle. I have been freaking out of all bugs (flying, crawling, buzzing, glowing) in a djungle, mountainbiking down the worlds most dangerous road and thinking I would die on another busride in Bolivia.
 
I have been to the huge salt flats of Salar de Uyuni, bathing in hot springs, taking pictures and acting dead in front of a train on a train cemetery. I have been sandboarding in the desert of Chile, floating in a very salt lake (where I also dipped my head - do not try that at home) and doing beer tasting in Salta, Argentina.
 
I have seen the wonders of the Iguazu falls, been so scared of the information that I had a bug inside my leg (still scares me) and seen the gravestone of Evita Peron. I have jumped out of an airplane with no fear, taken a tangolesson and experienced a real party hostel. I have gotten my phone stolen and started to travel by myself.

I have been pubcrawling in Santiago, touring in Valparaiso and melted one of my fingernails when I tried to cook for the first time in months.

I have been learning to surf in Costa Rica, driving a teeny tiny car up a mountain to go visit a cloudforrest and fearing for my life on New years eve when it was fireworks everywhere - but in the sky. I have discovered, what I call, the White Snickers (more known as the almond Snickers), learnt new drinking games and gotten my legs waxed for the first (and probably last) time ever. I have been eagerly watched while I sat on a bus, working in a hostel reception and climbing volcanos - and slid one of them down on a tablet. I have seen lava and been sleeping under the stars.'
 
I have been riding on the beach of a volcanoisland, taking kite surfing theory lesson and riding a mototaxi with four grown up people. I have been fighting with hostelowners, making friends with cabdrivers and thinking good of everyone I met. I have been visiting my first mayanruin, diving on 30m depth and swimming in the Carribbean. I have seen heavy and longlasting prosessions during Easter week in Antigua, walking, swimming, climbing in a cave with only a candle in my hand and seen Tikal - kickass mayanruins.
 
I have been walking across countries borders by foot with the bag on my head, drinking tequila in all different kinds of ways and jamming during the late night hours. I have been dancing, dancing, dancing in clubs, restaurants, streets, subway-diners and on buses. I have been visiting museums, studying spanish and been to wrestling in Mexicos biggest arena.

I have eaten guinea pig, alligator balls, cactus and more.

I have been listening to music on International Festival Louisiana, baking cakes and drinking beer - of a beer keg and Guinness with a shot of Baileys dropped in it. I have been walking on Hollywood Boulevard, Venice Beach and the streets of New Orleans.

And now I am home.
Kommentarer (2)

To spend time in New Orleans y'all.

Publicerad 2013-05-02 10:46:21 i Allmänt,

13 dollars gave me a bottle of water, one banana and an egg, cheese and sausage biscuit at New Orleans International Airport. And not even close to being as tasty as the different, much cheaper, meals I have had these last few days. Including the alligator balls. For some reason airports tends to jack the prices up high and still have a quality below average.

Still feeling slightly drunk I got to the airport before the sun came up and are now shifting into my LA outfit. Yes, the end of my travels is here, but I still got 24h to rock in Los Angeles. After rocking for 144 hours in New Orleans.

We arrived late on a Tuesday evening, almost two hours delayed, and danced on the street/pavement in anticipation for the ride. Little did I know what I was in for.. When we arrived to the house it was packed. Even the empty room just waiting for Keelys return had a good portion of people and bicycles. After my first Louisiana meal (that is if I don’t count the Popeyes on the airport in Texas) of red beans and rice it was important to keep up with the beer. And beer it was.

A random walk in the night after a carbomb (shot of baileys dropped in a glass of Guiness) showed me parts of the city, and even though it was more or less dead I already then fell in love with it. Then when I fell asleep on the airmatress I felt even better.

Maybe I would have seen more of the city centre if I would have been a tourist stayin’ at a hostel. But who care about the city centre and the French quarter with it’s jacked up prices and bad food when the best pancakes, donuts, breakfast, bacon, grits, chicken, jambolaya, po-boys and rubens are elsewhere? And during my first breakfast in New Orleans at Betsys pancake house, enjoying the bacon until it’s very last piece, I couldn’t help feeling excited, and worried, when the Tornado warning siren went off.

Since I was with real New Orleaners and they didn’t seem to worry, I couldn’t show my true concern. And the tornado actually only gave me a little bit of wet shoes, nothing I haven’t been able to handle before. After that first day I got to see some of New Orleans finer and wetter days during these times of the year. Since the city is below sea level, a wet time is wet indeed and that is also the reason for them having the tombs in the cemeteries above ground.

The weekend I was there we actually didn’t spend in New Orleans but in Margos’ parents house in Lafayette. It was International Festival Louisiana 2013 and, as with all festivals, that meant live music, festival food and beer. And being in America and all, of course we had to do some jellyshots. I was more or less The Tourist during this weekend. Especially when it all came down to parties after the festival and I finally got to a party with a beer keg. Happy, happy tourist swede.

My last day in New Orleans was maybe one of the best days. Keely, this wonderful host of mine, showed me lakeside of the city where also the university was – making the urge to study even stronger, to continue the day with the citys’ best coffee shop, USA second biggest park, ferry and supper. With beer. With wine. With me learning to shotgun a beer.

Ignorant as only a tourist can be I went to New Orleans for a good amount of fun and beer, little did I know that I would, once again, get my heart stolen. I know, it's starting to be a little bit of cliche. But New Orleans didn't only steal my heart, it also took my taste buds.

 



Kommentarer (2)

Senaste inläggen

Kategorier

Arkiv

Prenumerera och dela