Welcome to my blog, which will document my upcoming trip from Santiago, Chile (where I have been living for the past 2 years) home to California. I plan on taking about three months to get back to my parents' house in southern California, leaving in early May 2007 and arriving in early August. I have to get home in time to pack up and go off to grad school, which will start in late August/early September.
I haven't gotten into grad school yet, though (the suspense is killing me). I guess that will be the topic of another post, when the time rolls around. But I have already given unofficial notice at my job here in Santiago that I plan on being out of here by the end of April.
Meanwhile, I am planning for the trip. I have invited a number of friends and family to join me for parts of it along the way, and I'm hoping that some people will be up for it, although no absolute confirmations yet.
The red line on this map shows the path I'm planning to basically follow:
I will be packing very lightly. I am planning on shipping a lot of stuff to my parents' house from Chile, and I can only hope that it beats me home, because I'm going to need it once I get there.
The main rule of the trip is to not take any planes, unless it's some sort of emergency or I'm running extremely behind schedule. I have 2 ATM cards (one from my US bank account and one from my Chilean account), which will be providing the funding for this sojourn following years of saving my pesos in Chile.
I will be following a rough itinerary, and there are certain things I am planning to see along the way, but I'm going to make up most of it as I go along. That's the way things are done around here, and after two years of living in Chile I am prepared to roll with unpredictability.
For those of you who feel that an uppity white boy traipsing through the third world with nothing but a backpack is cause for concern, I urge you to remain calm. I am going to take my malaria pills regularly. It is highly unlikely that I will be kidnapped and held for ransom. I am not planning on going native and becoming a covert guerrilla freedom fighter for the EZLN or the FARC. Rabid Guatemalan pumas will probably not devour me alive. And I am planning to take the "good" taxis in Mexico City (not the ones where the drivers slit your throat)...the green ones, right? Or is it the white ones...
I haven't gotten into grad school yet, though (the suspense is killing me). I guess that will be the topic of another post, when the time rolls around. But I have already given unofficial notice at my job here in Santiago that I plan on being out of here by the end of April.
Meanwhile, I am planning for the trip. I have invited a number of friends and family to join me for parts of it along the way, and I'm hoping that some people will be up for it, although no absolute confirmations yet.
The red line on this map shows the path I'm planning to basically follow:
I will be packing very lightly. I am planning on shipping a lot of stuff to my parents' house from Chile, and I can only hope that it beats me home, because I'm going to need it once I get there.
The main rule of the trip is to not take any planes, unless it's some sort of emergency or I'm running extremely behind schedule. I have 2 ATM cards (one from my US bank account and one from my Chilean account), which will be providing the funding for this sojourn following years of saving my pesos in Chile.
I will be following a rough itinerary, and there are certain things I am planning to see along the way, but I'm going to make up most of it as I go along. That's the way things are done around here, and after two years of living in Chile I am prepared to roll with unpredictability.
For those of you who feel that an uppity white boy traipsing through the third world with nothing but a backpack is cause for concern, I urge you to remain calm. I am going to take my malaria pills regularly. It is highly unlikely that I will be kidnapped and held for ransom. I am not planning on going native and becoming a covert guerrilla freedom fighter for the EZLN or the FARC. Rabid Guatemalan pumas will probably not devour me alive. And I am planning to take the "good" taxis in Mexico City (not the ones where the drivers slit your throat)...the green ones, right? Or is it the white ones...
5 comments:
Fuck you little Bush.. Go home and don't come back never again...
Traducción
Te queremos gringo, ojala tu vuelta a casa sea buena... esperamos verte de nuevo.
oh and p.s. someone needs to teach that person what a double negative is... and that they are not allowed.
Jessica.... plis... is necesary read TRADUCCIÓN (in english translation), becouse This fucking gringo is my friend... when he go to your country, many people will strange here... OK, and don't forget, study spanish my beauty.
PS. sorry for me english, but I do not know much at the moment. But understand perfectly your limited language... KISSES AND HUGS.
Let's not call it "The Motorcycle Diaries." Let's call it "The Autobus Diaries." Go for it, Carl!
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