May 9, 2011
in Bolivia, Brazil, South America
, bus, flight, friends, home, plane, ways
I was sitting on a mattress in Szymon’s appartment and it hit me – I’m going back home. In a few days I’m getting on a plane in Sao Paulo and I’m flying to Europe. I just have to get to Sao Paulo. I made that jurney the opposite way once already, so why would I have any problems going back?
I bought a bus ticket to Santa Cruz, said goodbye to all the crazy people in La Paz, the most crazy one went with me on a bus station and I’ve set up in the queue for the baggage. Guy in the window gave me a card that said Sucre, which surprised me a bit, so I started to explain to him that I was actually going to Santa Cruz. He told me that I have a ticket to Sucre. Word by word, person to person and that’s how my awkward journey started, one that went not really according to plan I had in mind. Lady in the window remembered me very well and of course my request for a ticket to Sucre. Nothing helped. Nor the explenation, that the glass in her window is bearing a great sign Santa Cruz or that I gave her a piece of paper with the same name (that one she no longer remembered). I made a research and it turned out that I won’t be able to take a bus to SC in the next days, so I went to Sucre.
A blessing in disguise, I met a girl on the bus, whose friend could arrange a flight to SC for a good price, more than that, she also had a good deal on a flight from SC to the Sao Paulo. The sun began to shine for me again. I bought the tickets, I visited the kids from Nanty at the pool and the next morning I went to the airport.
After 3 hours of waiting for my flight, it was canceled because, well, the sky was cloudy. It did not rain, no thunders, simply there were some clouds on the sky. In addition, I was told that they won’t refund my ticket, because obviously it’s not their fault. It is worth to mention that the buses in my desired direction did not run, because the roads were flooded. Oops. I had no other choice but buying a flight in another airlines and after 2 hours I was flying.
In Santa Cruz I ate ice creams, I requested a refund for the tickets in Boa airlines (they said they will send it within 2 months and there’s still nothing on the account until now) and I talked to the toucan, which bit me in the nose few months before.
At the airport, my bag went through security check three times! Despite assurances that the flight will fly on time, one hour after the scheduled start, monitors kept convincing us that everything is great.
I am in Sao Paulo, where again I’ve met the three coolest guys in Brazil. The last two days, wow, it’s hard to acknowledge that in 48 hours I’ll be on a plane to Europe. All good things come to an end eventually.
January 15, 2011
in Argentina, South America
, bus, on the way, Patagonia, Routa 40
So called bus ride through the desert for 30 hours. After few days spent on buses it doesn’t make much of an impression on me. I thought, I will watch videos (tv and dvd were broken, so this option dropped out), see beautiful views (they don’t change over 30h of the ride), I’ll talk with people (they were all so tired, or wasted, that they slept or stared through windows), or I will read (I had a hangover as well, so it didn’t work out).
Several times we stopped to stretch our legs, which was the most fun we had on that trip, the driver invited me to the cab to drink mate with him (it’s probably illegal), and so has passed 30 hours.
And in the middle of nowhere there’s a bar where they sell frozen pizza.
November 4, 2010
in Bolivia, Brazil, South America
, bus, Corumba, Quijarro
Boys ate my bread so I went to buy a fresh one. I made my sandwiches and finished packing. While I was packing though, Pandora – the best cat in the whole universe – managed to get through paper wrapping to my sandwiches and licked the ham! In about an hour I was sitting in a bus to Bolivia’s border.
It was hard to leave Rio, specially that Miriam turned out to be an amazing girl and made me feel there like at home with no Tomasz around (we were talking via Skype).
The way between Rio and Sao Paulo (6h) went very fast. Then the bus filled up with families. At the night air condition got broken and children (about 6 of them) decided to make poo. Sound’s like fun – not really. It was impossible to open the window, so I went through few stinky hours. In total 30h non stop.
I was supposed to get out at Corumba’s bus terminal, but people kept repeating the Federal Police of Brazil is at the border and our bus goes there. Sounds good for me. I got kind of surprised when we crossed the Brazil-Bolivia border and stopped in Bolivia. You know, maybe I’m not a modern person, but I thought that a good-bye-stamp is required.
It turned out that border rules are quite flexible. It was hot and on brazilian side there were no cafes nor stores, so both countries agreed to make a stop on bolivian side. Usually in the afternoon hours there is a siesta time, so people wait in one of that cafes and then come back on brazilian side, for the stamp.
I had that thought, that after 30h I’ll feel like a stop in Quijarro (border city on Bolivian side), but no, following the bliss, I took another 12h bus to Santa Cruz. Let’s get wild. It was a night bus of course. I was sitting next to this lovely old woman who was pinching me each time she’d fallen asleep.