Topping the list...leaving Argentina and attempting to enter Sao Paulo. Our catastrophes were as follows:
1. Devon gets in taxi cab and Anjali is left in the hostel wondering where her travel partner has disappeared to. And the problems begin.
2. We pay for an expensive cab ride to Argentina's international airport where we look for the airline "P. Luna" carrying our massive backpacks and precious alfahores. After asking around, not only did we discover that our airline is, in fact, called "Pluna," but that we were also at the WRONG airport. Apparently flying to Brazil is not considered international.
3. Upon arrival at the domestic airport, we realize that our flight is actually an hour EARLIER than we had anticipated and we are in serious danger of missing it.
4. Although we were surprised to actually make it out of Argentine and into Montevideo, Uruguay, our layover, our troubles had only begun. After her extensive tour of South American bathrooms, Anjali still found herself struggling to get out of the stall. Finding herself stuck, she hollered to Devon for help. Since Devon's Pu-no days were over, Anjali then had to wait for her rescuer to finish up and release her.
5. With far too many stresses for one day, we decide that coffee is our only remedy. However, we are then faced with currency conversions and how much breakfast we can actually afford. The language barrier posing a problem, we attempt to purchase too much and, with a daunting line forming behind us, are forced to return most of it. Of course the coffee was terrible.
6. We make it to Sao Paulo! Success! Spoken much too soon...after a very expensive and alarmingly long cab ride, we find ourselves in the wrong city on a street with the same name as the one we are looking for. Who knew we had to specify the zip code when ordering our taxi even though we clearly showed our Hostelworld printout with the full address...Having now paid for two unnecessary taxis in one day, we are approximately a million dollars behind budget.
7. We eat pizza, drink wine and indulge in 3 alfahores, though we swore we'd save them for Africa when we'd really need them.
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Oh poor dear ones. I hope it is better by now. Happy end of 2009. Blessed beginning of 2010. p.s., I spoke with Claire from Japan. She called me on Christmas eve thinking that Maggie and Tony might be here, as they were not at home, but they were not. Claire was blade sharp funny, as usual. Zen in Japan has served to sharpen her already wicked sense of humor.
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