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We were very sad to be leaving the super comfortable Novotel in Exmouth. Alas, it was time to start the journey south, homeward bound, with a two-night stop over at Kalbarri.
I was excited to be heading to Kalbarri as I’ve heard so much about it. The drive there was long. Really long. From Exmouth it was over eight hours in the car. The weather was glorious and the outback Australian scenery was beautiful. I was just wishing we didn’t have to look at for that long!
We stopped several times to stretch the legs, take a break, and eat our sandwiches.
There was no music because cigarette lighter used to plug in the iTrip that connects to our iPhones was being occupied by the TomTom GPS. Once we were satisfied with our trip stats – how much further to go, estimated time of arrival – which by the way was being brought forward in leaps and bounds thanks to super Autostrada speed Zorba found the car doing – we decided to get some tunes cranking. Only to find that the cigarette lighter plug had no power. Bugger. Listening to music through the phone didn’t work because we couldn’t get the volume loud enough to hear it. And the last solution of listening to music through our portable Bose speaker didn’t work either because the iPhone kept bouncing out of the console due to the bumpy roads. No radio stations in range either. No music for 8+ hours. Sigh.
My tolerance for being cooped up in a car is not very high. I was so bored at one point that I started reading the only book within my reach, my Canon 600D SLR manual. It was kind of fortunate as I learned how to do a few new things with my fancy camera and practiced them from with in the car.
Turning off the Brand Highway towards Kalbarri was so exciting. FINALLY we felt like we were getting somewhere! It was very picturesque for the first few minutes. Then the road turned and we were driving straight into the setting sun. It was bug city too with the windscreen splattered at a rate of 16 bugs per second. As you can imagine, visibility was a problem, so we had to stop a couple of times and attempt to clean the windscreen, a futile mission. It was like driving head on into an attack of miniature missiles that lasted more than 30 kilometres. Not only did bug guts hinder our vision through the windscreen, we also had the bright setting sun straight in front of us.
We drove into Kalbarri just as the red sun was setting behind the river mouth – we stopped and watched the most beautiful sunset in awe. It was spectacular. Really beautiful. My new found Canon 600D SLR camera skills came into play and I took some stunning photos, *clearing throat*, if I don’t say so myself.
The Kalbarri Edge Resort, the swankiest place in town, was adequate albeit a little dated. It would be hard for any hotel after the Novotel in Exmouth to live up to our expectations. Still, we had a lounge room, a balcony with a full size BBQ that overlooked the shade sails that covered the pool area, a king size bed and a corner spa.
We had a really delicious dinner the Grass Tree Café in town – Zorba said it was his meal of the trip. Garlic bread ($7), bottle of Barossa Valley Shiraz ($28), pork belly with scallops, garlic mash and red wine jus and creamy garlic prawns with rice and bread came to $92. Good value, good service, and delicious food. A winner.
Our exploration of the Kalbarri National Park didn’t even get off the ground. The weather turned during the night, bucketing with rain. As a result, the roads to The Loop and the Z Bend was closed. We rang the Tourist Information Centre and they told us that the roads would not be opening today and they would have to wait and see what the conditions of them were like tomorrow before making a decision to open them. With a forecast of 60% chance of rain, a front moving in, and 65km winds, we decided to cut our losses.
Disappointingly, we went back to the hotel, promptly checked out, packed up the car and started the long journey back home to Perth. With six hours of driving ahead, all we wanted to do was get home. Thankfully, two hours out of Perth the radio came into range and we were able to have some music!
We plan to return to Kalbarri one day soon and spend a few days exploring the area.
Di and Zorba signing off. Over and out!
Next trip: Italia, Barcelona, London departing 30 June.
Hubs, or Hubba, and myself, known affectionately by Hubs as Mags (short for Maggot – charming isn’t it?!), had THE BEST time travelling around Egypt, Barcelona, and South America. It was the trip of a lifetime and one that we had been talking about doing for about 12 years, and properly planning for it for about 5 years. To have a dream realised is a great achievement and a truly satisfying feeling.
This trip won’t be the end of the the Adventures of Hubs and Mags. There have been many before and I’m sure there will be many more adventures to come.
Over night buses are the worst in the world! Hubs can (and does) sleep on them really well, I just can’t. Even though we had a full bed on the bus that lies down flat, I still had a crap night’s sleep and felt absolutely shattered when we got to Buenos Aires. To make matters worse, we arrived at 7.30am and couldn’t check into our apartment until 10am. Urgh!
We found a cafe a few doors up from what was to be our new home and basically just sat there for a couple of hours, then decided to go for a walk. We left our luggage at a hotel next door to our apartment entrance and spent about an hour walking around. Then I was well and truly stuffed – so tired.
Carlos, our oriental / Argentinean land lord met us and it took almost two hours to get all the paperwork done for our month long stay. Hubs booked the apartment but would not sign the contract in Spanish, instead asking for an English version. Fair enough. The agent had an English contract but not with him. Sigh. Annoying. Anyways, we got it all sorted and then Hubs and I spent the day getting our shit together – grocery shopping, etc. It was so nice to have a home – no more buses, no more moving, no more packing, no more rushing around sightseeing…
The day after we arrived it was Hub’s birthday. I bought her a book by an author she really likes, a jar of Dulce de Lecce (sweetened condensed milk like caramel that the Argie shave on everything from toast to desserts), and a couple of cakes / chocolates. I also bought her dinner in a private closed door restaurant.
Yes, in BA, there is quite a big underground dining scene, where you go and have dinner at someone’s house. Raquel who we met in Cordoba told me about this, so I googled it and was surprised by how many places there are! I chose Casa Salt Shaker – because Raquel was going to be there and it sounded good.
We had dinner in Dan’s apartment in Recoletta with two Russian tango dancers (living in LA) in BA to perfect their technique at tango school, Raquel and her two Spanish friends, American couple from the Bahamas (boring), a gay couple from NYC, and a single NYC woman. It was fun. The theme of the dinner was chocolate, so every dish had chocolate in it. They cheated a little bit – making pastry with coca butter to me does not constitute chocolate! Still, it was a fun night and something different!
Mum and Dad arrived three days after we arrived and were staying with us for four nights. They have just finished their South American trip and came to stay with me for a few days before heading back to Australia. It was great hanging out with them. Because Hubs likes her own room and because our apartment wasn’t’ huge, she moved our to the hotel next door for four nights while mum and dad moved into her room.
We went to Palermo for lunch and shopping, and along the marina for a disappointing Italian lunch one day. When Mum and Dad were in Buenos Aires with their tour, they stayed in a hotel walking distance from our apartment and ate at a great Italian restaurant near there. Dad was being all sooky – ‘oh i don’t want to go far for dinner, just get something local’ – the problem was we were staying in the heart of the city and tourist area. So all the places to eat were likely to be tourist traps and rubbish – and I hate eating rubbish! I’d rather be hungry!
Off we walked then towards Filo, and admittedly I was a little sceptical. As it turned out, I had the best pizza I’ve had in South America and mum and dad really enjoyed their meals too. The cute waitress was very friendly and sweet, trying hard to understand us and speak English to us. Hubs and I dubbed Filo our local and we ended up eating four or five meals there! Each one of mine was pizza!
We went shopping quite a bit and helped mum choose herself a leather jacket – so nice – and dad some shoes. Hubs even took dad for a gamble at the casino when mum and I went shopping one day! They both had a ball and walked out more or less even. It was so nice to spend time with mum and dad. Wish we could do it more often.
I had such grand plans for my time in Buenos Aires – Spanish lessons, tango lessons…did nothing. Hubs and I literally spent one month doing nothing but hanging out, sleeping late, and basically doing whatever we wanted.
After mum and dad left I did join a gym for a month and went most days. If I didn’t gym it, then usually I did a lot of walking or cycling. There are two different city cycling tours you can do in BA – one to Palermo and Recoletta, and the other to San Telmo and La Boca – we did both tours and both of them were really nice afternoons out.
Hubba discovered the Black Eyed Peas were playing in BA while we were there – so we put our heads together and booked tickets online (in Spanish). – in the end Hubs figured it all out and booked us two tickets! We opted for VIP tickets for A$130 each – still cheap to go to a concert.
The Black Eyed Peas rocked! The whole process of attending that event was easy. We found the ticket pick up place easily and they had our tickets waiting for us. There was no queue to get into the concert, just walked straight in. The only negative is that we had to queue for ages for an average big-event type hamburger and a drink and the Peas were on late. They had this very lame Australian DJ mixing tunes that were not turning on the crowd – until he played ‘no parlo americano’ then the crowd went nuts. So he played it twice and looked like more of a knob.
The concert was so much fun! We were less than 10 metres from Furgie and Will Am I on stage and only two or three rows from the front – yes, in the mosh pit! It was great and the music was awesome. Hubs and I listened to the Peas on her iPod with my iPod speaker for about two weeks straight! Great night.
The night after the Peas was a tango show. Mum and Dad recommended this show to us saying the dancing and the dinner were both very good. Unfortunately we were sat on long tables, squished between Ma and Pa Queeeeensland, and some German old couple I made no effort to speak with. The tango dancing was good and so was dinner – nice steak. The singing in the tango show was not so great and I found myself getting a bit bored. I think because we were on such a rocking high from the Peas that everything else just paled in comparison.
Our Swiss friends we met in La Paz on the Death Road bike ride were meeting us in Buenos Aires and we spent some time with them – hanging out at markets, going to dinner, etc. Christina and Manu are great fun, and Manu has an Argentinean friend in BA, the lovely Sandra Ros who looks late thirties, but is actually 47! She looks amazing! Manu wasn’t in BA for long before heading back to Switzerland, but another of Christina’s friends joined our possie – Mariana. It was fun to hang out with some friends for a week.
I shopped by little heart out in BA – 8 pairs of shoes, 4 leather jackets (only one for me!), 3 leather bags, 12 belts, 4 trousers, two dresses, two jackets, 6 t shirts, etc etc. I also bought a new suitcase to fit it all in! I wanted to buy so much more including things for the house, but it just was not possible.
The 18 Nov was the worldwide release of Harry Potter 7 and Hubs and I went and saw it the day it came out. It was great! But it’s only the first half of the last book, so the film finished mid-story which was hard to swallow. Still very entertaining – Hubs went back and saw it again!
BA is a city that reminds me of Melbourne. Some really green leafy areas with beautiful houses / buildings / shops, the mad city centre with pedestrianised shopping streets and theatres everywhere (the area we lived in – Centro). The neighbourhoods of BA are like this:
Recoletta = South Yarra
Palermo = St Kilda without the beach
San Telmo is the oldest neighbourhood and area with colonial architecture
La Boca: and old Carlton, where all the Italians used to live. They worked painting ships in the harbour, so when they finished the ships, they would use the left over paint to paint their corrugated iron houses. La Boca as an area is really colourful. But dangerous at night, so we never ventured there after dark.
I was so happy to be back in Spanish speaking territory after the disaster of not understanding Portuguese – except for “can i?” which is “posso?” – same in Italian! I have lost so much Spanish from just three weeks in Brasil it was remarkable.
Cordoba is a very agreeable town in the north of Argentina. It is a big university town, so there’s young people everywhere. We had a good time there. There are mountains surrounding the town of 2 million and nice churches and colonial architecture.
We stayed in a lovely boutique hotel that I chose – NH Hotel – and it was a lot like the hotel we stayed in when in Quito, except this time we had our own rooms with fluffy robes, slippers, posh bathroom products, big flat screen tv, and big soft fluffy beds. It was joy!
I had my first “mate” pronounced ‘muttt-ey’. We went for a walk by the river to check out the night markets and it took about four cafe’s before I found one that serves mate. Mate (remember utt-ey) is like a strong herbal tea that all Argentineans drink. You see them walking around with their cups, metal filter straws, and thermos’ of hot water to top it up. It is traditional to share your mate with family or a group of friends – you drink the water in it through the silver / metal straw, then pass it on.
Mate tastes like mixed herbs – hard to put a finger on the exact taste. Mixed herbs is all that I can compare it too.. I had to add sugar to it and I can’t say I overly enjoyed it. It’s not the sort of drink you have sitting in a cafe – the Argies walk around drinking it, work in shops and offices drinking it, and sit in parks drinking it. I can say that after drinking mate, I felt happy, light, energetic, and fantastic! I also wasn’t hungry. I later discovered that mate has extremely high caffeine content – maybe I should persevere and learn to like it?
We didn’t do much in Cordoba, a city tour where we met the lovely Raquel from Madrid, and I did some shopping. Admittedly, we both spent a bit of time in our beautiful rooms just enjoying them, reading and watching TV. Joy.
From Cordoba, we had a 10 hour over night bus ride to Buenos Aires. !0 hours on a bus..why did I sign up for that?!?
Next stop: our home for the next month, Buenos Aires
I saw the Iguazu Falls from Brasil first and was totally impressed. I was travelling by myself (Hubs was meeting me on the Argentinean side of the falls). I made friends with a guy called Richard from England and Scott from USA (knob). Richard was from Surrey, so we had a bit to talk about since I know that part of England reasonably well.
The three of us marvelled at the falls, took photos of each other in front of various parts of the falls, and walked everywhere we could. We grabbed some mediocre lunch from a cafe, then Rich and I went across to Argentina. We took the bus to what we thought was going to be the border, but it wasn’t. It was just another bus stop, flanked by waiting taxis.
We decided to catch a taxi over the border to Argentina and the taxi driver said it would be easy to do. And he was right. It was easy. I didn’t even have to get out of the cab! How’s that for crossing into another country! I arranged to meet Rich for a steak dinner and we went off to our respective hotels.
Hubs chose a good hotel in Iguazu – it had a pool and the day I arrived it was hot! After checking in, I got changed straight away into my swimmers and headed to the pool – and that’s where I bumped into Hubs who had just arrived after her overnight bus.
We hung out by the pool. I met Rich and we went for a steak in a recommended restaurant – my first Argentinean steak! We shared a bottle of wine and I have to say, I have really missed drinking good wine this trip. Hubs doesn’t drink, so I often don’t drink o either r will just a beer or glass of wine. It was lovely to have dinner with someone new and chatty. Hubs and I sometimes have nothing to say to each other – or she tells me to shut up and stop talking. She is not the chatty type, more the broody type.
The next day we went to the falls on the Argentinean side and they were no less impressive. We did the crazy-ass boat ride where the boat goes right up to the fall, to tons and tons of cascading crashing water. The sheer force of the falls is something to behold – it took me by surprise how powerful they are. We got soaking bloody wet on the boat ride – my eyes were hurting / stinging from the water getting in them – it was impossible to see anything because it was impossible to keep your eyes open!!
Next stop: Cordoba
Rio! Oh Rio! It is a fantastic city – one I wouldn’t mind living in for a while. We stayed right along Copacabana Beach. Hub’s hotel was a 15 minute walk from min, along the esplanade.
Av Atlantica is a big busy road that runs along the coast, following the beach. It was so nice to wake up in the morning and join the hoards of joggers and walkers along the esplanade.
My hotel, the Tulip Copacobana Inn was quite reasonably priced at $100 per night. I had a bigger room than Hubs who was paying more, a balcony with ocean views, and a great restaurant. We ate there one night and both had beautiful meals – Hubs’ had prawns with mango and rice – and it was gorgeous!
My favourite afternoon was a Saturday afternoon in Rio. Hubs and I caught a bus down town to check out the centre. Downtown is not a place to go at night time, so we were told. Downtown was quite nice – some lovely old impressive French colonial and Spanish architecture. We wandered through the antique market, and then decided to grab a bite to eat. We went back to some closed off streets that had cafe and pub table and chairs spilling onto the pavement. It looked cute, so we chose a place and took a seat. Within an hour, all pubs and cafes were packed.
Our cafe had a nice young 3-peice band start playing and it was just lovely – sitting on the street, sun beaming down, beers ice cold, music playing – and the cherry on the cake was a shisha pipe place next door that let us smoke a shisha at the cafe! Hubs said the shisha made her feel like she was high – shame that didn’t happen to me – I just felt happy! It was one of my favourite afternoons in South America.
Along Copacobana beach are night markets every night (except Sunday) selling all manner of things – jewellery, t-shirts, sarongs, souveniers, hats, and hammocks. We got a good deal and bought a hammock each for about A$40. Mine is a double hammock for two people and I can’t wait to put it up at home! Hubs and I decided to buy one because after Rio there’s only two stops then Buenos Aires (we have an apartment there for one month).
We went out on the Saturday night we were there to the happening area where we were told there was a samba festival. No, no samba festival, but thousands of Brasilians drinking on the streets – street vendors selling pina coladas and caprioscas, food, etc. Despite all the streets being shut down and people everywhere, I was surprised that there wasn’t more music playing outside. Neither of us really fancied a night club, so we soaked up the festive atmosphere and went back to our hotels about 2am.
In Rio we went to the best seafood restaurant, Marius, that was a bit like the meat restaurant we went to in Salavador. Endless offerings of seafood – with waiters coming around every few minutes with platters of lobster, crab, bugs, prawns, langostines, everything! It was too much for us – which was a shame since we did want to eat it all! Not possible.
We walked along Impenema Beach – saw the Gay Beach, the Mussel Gym (on the beach). The beach is Rio is a hive of activity. Fit guys playing beach volleyball or beach soccerball, girls in bikinis everywhere, dog walkers, joggers, artists, children – the beach in Rio is used by everyone – young, old, fat and skinny. I think that’s awesome!
We asked Hub’s hotel for a recommendation for a nice seafood lunch and headed to Siri Moles near Impenema beach. It was ridiculously expensive and stuffy like an old gentlemen’s club. We were not given any bread or any friendly service. It was strange as there were only three other tables occupied, yet we were treated without regard. The food was ok, but only ok. Not special, not memorable. We were so disappointed that I wrote a negative review on trip advisor.
I really really like Rio. The weather was awesome while we were there, although the forecast was for rain rain and more rain. We didn’t end up booking an island boat trip because we thought it would suck to do that in the rain – and it never rained!
On our last morning in Rio, we went to the Christo mountain to see the famous statue that looks over the city. I didn’t have much time as I was flying from Rio to Foz di Iguassu (Iguazu Falls on the Brasilian side) in the afternoon and Hubs was taking an overnight bus direct to Iguazu on the Argentinian side.
Christo is impressive – it’s just huge! From up high there you could see the whole of Rio and it is impressive.
I was out of time and had to rush back to my hotel to check out, and get to the airport.
I bid Hubs farewell and rushed out to find a taxi. Do you think I could find a taxi anywhere? I was starting to feel the stress build – so I rant to bus stop and was told that this was not the bus for Copacabana beach. Oh shit!
A kind gentlemen who was travelling with is 25-something year old son, must’ve noticed my panicked look and asked me if I was going to Copacobana and offered to share his taxi. Oh yes! Thank you! He was well dressed, tanned, (old), and spoke perfect Portuguese and perfect English. He was from Portugal – that would help I suppose! When we got to my hotel, he would not let me pay and told me to rush so I wouldn’t miss my flight.
Then he said that they would get out there and walk by the beach – and he arranged for the taxi driver to wait for me to check out and then take me to the airport. So nice! He was a really nice man and that little encounter renewed my faith that people are generally good.
I made my flight – all good. Next stop – Iguazu Falls.
Another annoying bus ride where the bus stopped every 10 minutes to let people off and on. It felt like we were on that bus for 20 hours when it was probably only about 7 or 8 hours. Hubs is better with bus travel than I am – I hate it and I especially hate stopping every 10 mins and the bus was so old and rickety that it was impossible to sleep, write, type, or read.
Then once we got to Puerto Seguro we caught a local bus with all our luggage (dumb move) to the port. Except we missed the stop and ended up having to walk 20 mins. Grr.
Arriail D’Ajuda is 5 mins by ferry from Puerto Seguro and much nicer. The beaches are long wide stretches of soft white sand – just beautiful. Hubs chose a good reasonably cheap hotel for us to stay in (our own rooms of course) and it was right on the beach and it also had a restaurant. Good good. The first day was warm and sunny and it was so lovely.
I continued on with my fitness regime and got up and went jogging on the beach – so nice. There weren’t that many people around so at times, I had the whole beach to myself.
We had a couple of days of rain whilst there and that was really really boring. The town was small and a bus ride away. Arriail D’Ajuda town is really tiny – one main square, some beachy tourist shops, a few pizza places and not much else.
It was nice, but it would have been perfect had the weather been better.
There was no way I was enduring more overnight travel or another long Brazilian bus ride. I flew to Rio and Hubs took the bus.
Next stop: Rio
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