From Argentina to Uruguay

After a short visit in Mar del Plata I’m still all covered in sand like a schnitzel in bread crumbs. We’ve arrived in Buenos Aires. There are no tickets for night buses to Montevideo (Uruguay), I didn’t take a shower for few days. They haven’t played movies on our way to Buenos. They gave us a sweet goodies bag though. Still, I’d prefer a movie.



It’s 9pm, after long run tickets run it’s midnight. We setup our sleeping mat next to electricity socket, there is also free Wi-Fi available. I’m writing, T is either napping or having cigarets. After last bus leaves, there are only us and homeless left. We’re being passed and asked for money constantly. Even though we’re sleeping on bus terminal apparently we look wealthy. They say you look like you feel, and I feel great!

On our ferry to Montevideo we’re taking our first class seats (there was no economy ones left). They didn’t give us champagne, only seats were slightly more comfortable. After 3 hours we arrive to Colonia del Sacramento. It’s hot, we go for icecreams. Next we go for huge set of grilled meats. Sun disappears suddenly and we’re blessed by heavy rain. We set up our tent in rain. Hot water is available from 8pm and our camping bathroom resembles those ones from prisons – it’s a big open room with no door with pipes sticking out from the ceiling.











Z Argentyny do Urugwaju

Po Mar del Plata jestem nadal optoczona piaskiem jak schabowy panierką. Nic nie muszę. Wylądowaliśmy w Buenos Aires, nie ma biletów na nocne do Montevideo, nie kąpałam się od kilku dni. W ostatnim autobusie nie puścili filmów dranie, dali za to woreczek ze słodyczami. Wolę film.



Jest 21:00, po całej akcji organizowania biletów 24:00, więc zostajemy na terminalu autobusowym. Rozkładamy matę przy gniazdku, jest net. Piszę, a T śpi lub biega na papierosa. Gdy ostatni autobus odjeżdża zostajemy my i bezdomni. Wciąż ktoś podchodzi i prosi o pieniądze. Śpimy na terminalu ale chyba wyglądamy na bogaczy. W końcu wygląda się jak się czuje, a ja czuję się bardzo dobrze.

Na promie zajmujemy miejsca w 1-szej klasie, to były ostatnie bilety. Nie dali szampana, tylko fotele większe. Po 3 godzinach dopływamy do Colonia del Sacramento. Jest gorąco, więc idziemy na lody, potem kupujemy talerz mięs i upał się kończy ustępując burzy. Namiot rozkładamy w deszczu. Ciepła woda jest od 20:00, a łazienka przypomina te w więzieniu – ogromne pomieszczenie z kilkoma rurami wystającymi z sufitu. Nie można zamknąć drzwi.











Argentinian Andes and Mt Fitzroy trekking

I can’t even describe what’ve seen during our Mt Fitzroy trekking. How can I describe beautiful trees, mountains and valleys. We took photos, but it’s never the same as experiencing it yourself with sweat on your forehead and sun burned cheeks. Patagonia is a magical region of Argentina, the most beautiful part of this country I’ve seen.


Our trek was spontaneous. We’ve packed our backpacks with all-seasons clothing, a small trekking tent, sleeping bags and mats, we made grocery supplies, rented a stove and a lightweight portable cooking kit, container of gas and off into mountains we went!




Trekking around Mt Fitzroy is not a hard one, sometimes you need to ascend a bit to go down a minute later, mostly though you walk rather flat paths through sun dried or lush green terrain. Mountain peaks almost never escape your sight. It’s a real pleasure, you almost don’t feel the effort. There was only one steeper and harder ascend on the way to Lagoon de los Tres – we had to climb massive rocky stairs, which is still only moderately hard especially in the evening when sun is not that strong anymore. Yes, it was just before NYE and it was summer there – perfect timing and I have to say it was a nice surprice after what we’ve read about how picky weather here can be, changing course drastically and few times during the day – none of that happened.


Not only in mountains – we were blessed with perfect weather all the time we’ve spent in Patagonia. There was one night though during our last night on a camping site in Poincenoc when we were waking up in the middle of the night by an extremely loud and strong wind. Our tent didn’t move a bit though as all the action was happening in trees’ crowns. It felt like some giant was jumping from one tree to another. Tomasz says it was more like “the smoke” from LOST… It was so bizarre, people were getting out of tents to check out what’s happening outside.

Besides noisy nights we were enjoying blissfuly calm mornings. Starting with washing our faces in really cold but drinkable water streams. It may sound silly, but it was amazing! Area is still so pure you can drink water from streams without using any water purifying tablets! Try and do the same in polish mountains.