25 February 2013

Uruguay

Brief summary of the previous episodes. After hitch-hiking the north-western Argentina with Fred, I joined Henning, my German traveling friend, in Asunción. We spent a week in Paraguay, then a few days in the South of Brazil to visit the Iguazu Falls, before heading to Uruguay.

Uruguay is a geographical dwarf, sandwiched between Brazil and Argentina (nearly two-thirds of South America). Its level of wealth per capita places it between Chile and Brazil, which is not nothing (especially when trying to travel cheap!) And a nice human development index: second of the continent between Argentina and Chile.

I saw the Atlantic coast for the first time since last September in Cartagena, Colombia. It was full of vacationers coming from southern Brazil and Argentina and pseudo-hippies who don't seem bothered by the high standard of life. After a night in a tent, just behind the Uruguayan border, Henning and I landed in Valizas from southern Brazil. It was carnival week, so holiday for everyone, people from everywhere. We only stayed a short day just to say we did dip in the Atlantic.

And then we went to Montevideo, the capital of the country, on the banks of the Río de la Plata, the same vast estuary that goes along Buenos Aires, 200 km to the west. Relaxation, cooking, great time during two days, hosted by Alejandro, a CouchSurfer, and time to stroll around the city emptied of its inhabitants due to Carnival (public holidays). Montevideo, a strange name: the Spanish settlers had named the place "Monte VI De Este a Oeste" ("the sixth mount from east to west") navigating Río de la Plata from east to west. Regardless if it is true, in any case Montevideo has the distinction of being the southernmost capital city of the Americas. In the world, only Wellington, New Zealand and Canberra, Australia do better.

Henning and I ended our too short week in the charming small Uruguayan town of Colonia. We strolled in the oldest city in the country (1680): a piece of wall, a mini-lighthouse, narrow cobbled streets, charming houses and beautiful flowers. Buenos Aires is in front (well, 50 kms anyway!). We took the boat and arrived in the vast metropolis, four times more populous than the entire Uruguay. The contrast is striking. There I met with Aïssata and Jack, my friends just arrived from France who will spend two weeks discovering Argentina with me.



16 February 2013

Iguazú Falls

Well, I'll let you look at the photos of Iguazu Falls. But just before, without flooding you (oh! what a funny wordplay!!) here are some pieces of information ...

We talk about Falls, or more technically cataracts. In Spanish and Portuguese, they are called also "cataratas". And the name of Iguazú comes from the Guarani (local Amerindian language) "big water". So original!

They are beautiful, powerful and impressive waterfalls. It's a lot of water. I do not know who counted the drops, but it seems that there are 6 million liters of water drop in the falls every second.

So, it gives a beautiful collection of 275 waterfalls (90 meters for the highest), nicely spread over a front of nearly two miles. And the little man that I am, accompanied by hundreds of his peers, can move fairly move around, along or above the impressive water curtains, on the Argentinian side one day, on the Brazilian one the next day.

The falls are located on the Río Iguazú, which materializes the border between Brazil and Argentina. The orientation of the reverse J-shaped system gives technically 80% of the falls to Argentina. On both sides, national parks were created to protect this exceptional natural site and are listed as World Heritage by UNESCO since 1984 (Argentina) and 1987 (Brazil). And it is not very far either the Triple Frontier between Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil.

Finally, for those who want comparison, the Niagara Falls on the border between the United States and Canada are spread over a little more than a mile (320m on the U.S. side and 790m on the Canadian side) for 50m high are therefore less important. In contrast, Victoria Falls (between Zambia and Zimbabwe) are higher than Iguazú: about 110 meters, but only 1700 meters wide.

From Iguazú, Henning and I had planned to rally the Uruguayan coast, via the South of Brazil. We spent two days in Porto Alegre at Betsy and Enderson's. Two very friendly CouchSurfers (she is originally from the US and he is Brazilian) in this quiet town with plenty of parks. Then we reached the border on the coast. Large distances, again we failed at hitch-hiking. That said, we were happy to see again the Atlantic Ocean.



12 February 2013

Unexpected Paraguay

Readers of the first hour, I owe you a little explanation. Indeed, Paraguay was not in my list of countries to visit. Worse, I was even condescending enough to consider it as a "useless" country, where there was not much to do or see.

All I knew of Paraguay, was the name of its capital (Asunción or in its longer version: Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción!) and the fact that last June the right-wing opposition had cleverly hidden into a destitution what was in fact a coup to get rid of the former bishop who was elected president four years ago. Obviously, with this level of knowledge, I only had my prejudices on which to base my opinion.

Then I recalled the advice of three cyclists from Normandy, France with whom I had exchanged email when I was in Portland (Oregon, USA) last March. My ex-colleague and friend Antoine also warmly recommended me to go see what's going on on the other side of Río Paraguay. Finally, Nina and Steve with whom I shared a 4x4 to discover South-Lipez and Salar de Uyuni (Bolivia) in December had convinced me that I was missing something if I did not add that country in my list.

Finally, it happens that two very good friends are planning to visit me in Argentina from mid-February. So, between the departure of my parents in Santiago and their arrival to Buenos Aires, I had three weeks to fill in. Thus gradually came to my mind a stay in Uruguay, then a detour by the Iguazú Falls and finally a week in Paraguay. For obvious reasons of geography, I eventually reversed the order.

So I spent a week in Paraguay, where I left Fred with whom I had hitch-hiked the northwest corner of Argentina and I met Henning my traveling companion of November and December (Peru-Bolivia). And finally, like Panama, I was captivated by the Paraguay and promised myself stop being a dumb ass who thinks he knows and can judge without knowing.

And since there was supposedly not so much to do, what have I finally got up to my program? Lots of things! I started by visiting Asuncion. This is a sweet mix of colonial architecture and decrepit buildings straight from the 1960-70 (questionable aesthetics!). It is a gentle atmosphere of tranquility despite the size of the city. It was two nights in a family pension recommended by Nina & Steve and whose manager was very sweet and as talkative as interesting. And finally, we took greedy pleasure without shame or restraint: empanadas de jamón y queso (turnovers stuffed with ham and cheese).

In Asunción, I also met Rosa, an interesting personality recommended by my friend Emilie. Rosa opened the feminist cultural centre called Serafina eight years ago. It is above all a place and an association that helps lesbians (and to a lesser extent gays and transsexuals). But it is also a structure that advocates for the rights of lesbians, whose work was recognized in December 2011 by the French Republic’s Human Rights Prize. Interesting exchange on the situation and the rights of homosexuals in Paraguay, especially when they are put into perspective with the debate in France about same-sex marriage.

With Henning, we decided then to go visit the Mennonite communities of the Paraguayan Chaco, in the great North-West of the country. Mennonites? Yes, it is a religious group from Northern Germany and the Netherlands, following the precepts of a certain Menno Simons (1496-1561). Chaco Mennonites settled there in 1930, after being expelled from Communist Russia (where religious freedom was gone). In this particularly arid and inhospitable, environment, they mainly live on cattle (dairy and beef) and a bit of agriculture (peanuts and sesame). The community is divided into three colonies of fifteen villages each. At first, about 25 families made up a village. Today, they are 18,000 living in the Paraguayan Chaco. They speak a dialect German (the Plattdeutsch) and have their own educational system, German and Spanish, enhanced by the Paraguayan State. The reason for their presence? Mennonites generally look for places where they can be both guaranteed religious freedom and at the same time enjoy a certain autonomy vis-à-vis the welcoming State. Given the isolation of the Chaco, one can easily understand that the region met their criteria. So for years, Mennonites were exempt from military service (now abolished in Paraguay), not paying taxes and obeying no administrative authority from Paraguay. How does one survive in such an environment if it is so inhospitable? You adopt first a motto: "Gemeinnutz vor Eigennutz" ("The general interest before self-interest"). And then more concretely, you create cooperative, you help each other, you are disciplined and you all have the same ideal. And obviously, it works! Again, I'm glad to have dipped a little in this world that I knew by name only. I had some prejudices: people living and dressing as in the eighteenth century, etc.. No, we do not speak of Amish. Mennonites are just white men and women who speak German in the heart of South America!

We managed to hitch-hike back to Asunción, which left us naively believe we could easily hitch-hike to explore the south of Paraguay. Nay! It is a mode of travel that is not so widespread as that. Drivers made back strange signs, like raising the thumb also (saying “thanks, I'm fine!”) when they did not lift another finger! So we ended up in a bus after waiting (too much!) at the roadside.

We visited an old Jesuit mission in Trinidad. Rather than writing too much, I lazily suggest you read the very good Wikipedia article. And finally, we ended up visiting the Itaipú dam (not to be mistaken with Iguazú Falls which are not far away). For 30 years, it was the largest dam in the world before the coming into operation of the Three Gorges Dam in China in 2009. The dam is built on the Paraná River between Paraguay and Brazil. A bilateral treaty signed in 1973 allocates half the 20 turbines to Paraguay, the other half to Brazil. But as two turbines are sufficient to meet 80% of electricity demand in Paraguay, it leases its other eight to Brazil that can thus satisfy a quarter of its electricity needs with 18 turbines. And these are not small turbines! By comparison, all the water from the Iguazú Falls (you'll see pictures soon) would have the capacity to feed only two generators!

What I liked in this country in the end? First, the fact that there are very few tourists or travelers. After that, people are very friendly and very welcoming (except for hitch-hiking). And the country is beautiful: arid and flat in the vast northern region, more hilly and green (with a very red earth) in the south. But let's be honest, the cities are pretty ugly. And last prejudice, Paraguay is not a poor country, not super rich neither, but pretty well developed. The standard of living is quite high and people seem happy to live there. I eventually understood that!



7 February 2013

Hitch-hiking in Northwestern Argentina

I left my parents in Santiago and then went to Mendoza, on the Argentinian side of the Andes. I spent two days at Isaías' before hitting the road again, accompanied by Fred, met in the south of Chile. Objective: hitch-hiking four days to reach Asunción, Paraguay, meaning 1,900 km (1,200 mi).

I hear some of you saying: "Only four days for the entire Northwestern quarter of Argentina, what a pity! "But at this pace and with this mean of transport, I crossed more paths than I could have hoped by spending three weeks there. Short but intense cultural exchanges helped me learn a lot and fast on Argentina, its history, its environment, sociology, politics, scenery, ...

Some anecdotes. First, Franco was the first to pick us up. The second who stopped turned out to be his cousin! Nice surprise for us. Then we passed Beto in his truck back and forth at different places. After four times he finally stopped, hilarious, and told us to get on. For the first time on this continent, I'm not the only hitchhiker on the road. This competition is not easy to manage; it is necessary to identify the best spots to start and be sure to be taken. Unlike North America also, truckers stop and pick up hitch-hikers. At the end, the objective was achieved, good average (two days more than 700 km).

Little quiz for those who like to play. I let you assign to each his/her profession or occupation (Fred included).
  • bread deliveryman
  • electrical Engineer
  • carrier
  • advertiser
  • fries deliveryman
  • grape seed oil producer
  • computer engineer
  • owner of a trucking company
  • PhD in Linguistics
  • cattle breeder
  • radiologist
  • civil engineer
  • Sunday strollers
  • salesman
  • wind energy engineer
  • winemaker
  • travelers
Answer is in the comments (click on "Comments" under the photos below).


1 February 2013

Chile, from Santiago to Chiloé

Chile is a bloody long country. 4,300 kilometers from the arid Atacama desert just below the Tropic of Capricorn to Patagonia, gateway to Antarctica. And only up to 200 km wide between the Pacific and the Andes, which forms the border with Argentina.

I quickly crossed the North after New Year's Eve with Kati and Falko in San Pedro de Atacama. And I "landed" in Santiago to welcome my parents who came to share 15 days on the road with me. We have not gone to Patagonia (I only go there to finish my route in Ushuaia), but we saw the country!

As I did with my friend Karine during her visit in July, I now leave this blog page to two food lovers who came savor these moments with me. You now understand my taste for cooking!

Picture-wise, the choice was also with them. And the curious ones can now go to the picture gallery if you want to see what my parents look like!
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If it's been a while since you last traveled, if your winter seems too long, if your children have all left home, do yourself a favor and go away. I'll tell you the recipe for a successful holiday.

Take your adventurer son, decide to join him in Chile and choose to follow him. Given the size of the country, do not be too greedy: in 15 days you cant travel more than 1,400 km (870 mi), from Valparaiso to Quellón.

Start with a pinch of Santiago, a megalopolis stretching over 2,000 km², inhabited by 6 million Chileans (1/3 of the total population). The best vantage point for exploring the city, is located on one of peaks which overlooks the city: Cerro San Cristóbal.

Add Valparaiso. It was declared a World Heritage site by UNESCO in 2003. This major port on the Pacific is full of charm, with hills invaded by the city. Covered with colorful houses, it forms an urban amphitheater around the bay. Three funiculars are connecting the top of the city.

Some 800 km South, enjoy a beautiful milfoil in the Lakes region: forests, snow-capped volcanic cones (despite the summer season in the southern hemisphere) and many lakes with some charming towns on their shores.

Let the dough rest on the island of Chiloé: 6 km from the coast of Chile, 180 km long and 50 wide, the Greater Island is full of charm that reminds us our "green Normandy", facing the sea... and 40 small islands surrounding it.

Wooden houses painted like the churches provide touches of light or color where the sea and the snow-capped mountains are never far away. Many churches testify to the passage of the Jesuits and Franciscans on the island, many of which are listed as World Heritage by UNESCO.

Quellón is the village of "World's End", south of the island where the famous Pan-American Highway (or Highway No. 5) ends, at 21,000 km from Anchorage (Alaska).

Hand crafts, there are many wooden objects, or weaving, wool ... made by women. Young grandmas doddering their granddaughters will love their dolls knit ...

For cooking, no need to turn on the oven, it is between 30 and 35°C in the shade (in January is their summer) and do not forget: passed the ecuador, look for the shadow to the South!

To accompany all, you could choose French varieties, or Pisco Sour great as an aperitif or even natural fruit juices (strawberry, raspberry, pineapple ...) at any time of the day. In terms of food, taste empanada (fried dough stuffed with vegetables or seafood, or variation at infinity). And curanto in Chiloé: seafood stew with meat, potatoes ...

Icing on the cake, are the multiple meetings. Couch-Surfing is the best way to get in contact with people locally. You are welcomed "as friends" home-stay, on the sofa or better, thanks to a site where members can contact to be received or receive, on the principle of reciprocity.

Wonderful home-stay in Santiago where Mauricio and Verónica hosted us 3 nights, sharing their family life, their culture, their habits and answering all our questions through exciting discussions. Then it was Nathalie and her daughters for a culinary evening in Puerto Montt.

For participation and exchange, Nicolas offers French cooking and always ends with the famous chocolate cake (family recipe!) which is to become elected cake of the Pan-American Highway.

A nice unexpected meeting with Christiane, Luc and Dominique, three French people still anchored in the port of Puerto Montt before returning to sea on their Alioth. Also mentioning Kati who met Nicolas for the 8th time on their trip through Latin America; Reiner and Mirjam met twice; and Marie-Christine, Adrian and Caroline and their family who received us deliciously in Santiago.

Here it is... I do not know if you will try this recipe! Word of a greedy: we absolutely loved. A feast for the eyes, ears ... and taste buds!