Harrowing New Year

Friend and fellow traveler, Duncan Stroud, is my guest blogger—to start off the New Year. Narrowly escaping death, as he has so many times in the past, he shares his journey home from Ecuador to Argentina. “Travel Tip: Don’t plan to travel on New Years Day if you are in a small mountain village and…

Getting Ripped Off

If you travel, you should be prepared to be robbed. No matter what precautions you take—the criminals have strong incentive, are smarter than you, and they’re looking for you. You’re on holidays, your defenses are low; they’re poor, savvy, make a career out of trickery and/or violence and they’re good at it. The first time…

Rats

We don’t have rats in Alberta. Over 50 years ago the provincial government waged war at the border to keep out rats scurrying from the east of Canada where they disembarked European ships after WWII. I saw my first rat en vivo surveying the trash banquet one night on Av. Corrientes in Buenos Aires. It…

Perito Moreno Glacier

  Perito Moreno Glacier is in Patagonia, in Los Glaciares National Park, Argentina. It is one of the world’s few glaciers that is actually advancing rather than retreating. Perito Moreno has a surface area of more than 250 sq km and sits an average of 240 ft above the surface of Lake Argentino. Photographs are…

El Chaltén – Fitz Roy

  Mount Fitz Roy, aka Cerro Chaltén, is on the border of Argentina and Chile. It is one of the most technically challenging peaks in the world for mountaineers. Known as the “smoking mountain,” its peak is often obscured by clouds. We were fortunate to be there on a clear, although very cold, day.

Taxi Cabs and Rip-offs

After twelve days at a spiritual retreat in Abadiania, Brazil I was looking forward to getting home to Buenos Aires. I hooked up with an Australian couple from the retreat to share a taxi into el Centro. When asked about the taxi situation in BsAs I assured them that in all my time here I…

Bank Holiday

It was my fault. I waited until the last minute to exchange travelers cheques into Brazilian reais. I stopped first at the American Express office, only to find that it was a bank holiday. It wasn’t the anniversary of anyone’s birthday, death, nor independence. It was just a day to close the banks – because…