This was my original itinerary:
This is what I ended up doing:
Here are the stats:
hours of travel:
bus: 275 hours
train: 63 hours
hitchhiking: 32 hours
boat: 8 hours
plane: 1 hour (+ 21 hours to and from lima)
total: 400 hours
19 290 kilometres
Peru, Chile, Argentina, Bolivia, Brasil.
1: strange skin eruption. possibly dengue.
number of freak accidents:
1. Carmen de Patagones, stupidly walking through low tide while playing accordeon
2. Buenos Aires, stupidly waltzing on flat surface.
3. Isla del Sol, stupidly slipping on gravel surface, but miraculosly unscathed.
No young marginalized white chicks were harmed during this trip.
Involuntarily, at least.
(Buenos Aires, I'm looking at you.)
Many bottles of beer, however, lost their contents.
I'm back in Montreal now after two weeks and it's hard. It's really hard. But, in keeping with the joyous, uplifting spirit of this blog, I would rather not talk about the hell that was Atlanta, or getting Tiago on the plane. Let's keep it happy.
My bag is officially dead - the zippers are busted, the ties are gone, and I found the contents exploded all over the plastic bag that it was held in when I went to retreive it on the belt at PET. I'm sad, but el Monstro lasted 12 years, which is an honorable lapse of time for a backpack. Although I'm not retiring him completely, he has indeed made his last long scale trip, but for short periods and small loads he should handle it fine.
Bookmark this blog, and check back in the fall, for the new installment of the adventures of a girl and her (new and improved) backpack.
Thanks for reading.