Teaser....

With a Machette in hand and hacking our way through the jungle we search for an escaped mountian lion. Senses are perked since it goes against our natural instincts to not care what lies over head as giant banana leaves containing a mass of different insects drop onto your head.
Or what deadly spider may be lerking on the fallen leaf....
The attempt of a straight path is thwarted by water to deep or vines to spikey.
The sun begins to set and the way back to camp is through ink black waist deep water guided only by the chorus of insects that guide us home in the dark.
This is an exerpt from just another regular day at the parque. With countless adventures there are many chapters to the story.
However these I will eventually write on a new blog page actually sinceI found on that is formated much better and I can easily up load pictures on it....but I will add the link to that when I finally have something on it...

I´ve been eatten...

Hello all!!
It been a bit however there are issues with the internet here. I tried writing last week had typed for over a hour when the power went out and I lost everything. So I here´s a quick hello and I haven´t been eatten by a cat....I have been eatten by mosquitos though....right now I have over 550 bites....still counting...
I am now taking care of a male Jaguar named Sama, whom I love, But more on that....honestly probley in two weeks?.....=)
xoxoxo´s

My 3 Pumas

I´m at the park now!
Well not right now since I am writing this and we have no electicity at the park. Actually I got really lucky and every saturday we get half a day off, so I only worked for two and got half of one off.
First off, I am super happy about my decision to come here. My instincts were right and there are alot less voulunteers here and much more cats. We have 9 full grown Puma´s, 4 Jaguars, 4 oceolots, 1 lion (yes i know weird, lions dont live i south america, but he was resuced from a circus) A whole bunch of different topical birds, like Tucans and such, a taipir, pios, and others.
There are 4 monkey that live basically with us...2 grown howlers and two babys. (Ill get a full list for next week...)
First off, I am lucky enough to be working with not only one cat....but 3! I have the three sisters inti, wara, and Yassi. They are Puma triplets named after the orgainization.
Every morning we get up a little before 7 to get the food for the house animals ready....My first day I did this with a baby howler monkey behind my neck....Basically cutting fruits and veggies and doing clean up in the cages. Then we get to eat breakfast...
From there we go to our cats...Every cat should have 1-2 people with them depending on the cats...Right now its just me and another guy richard with our sisters.
The sisters are about a half an hour walk through the jungle to get to them, but of course since this is the rainy season its not as much walking through the jungle but wadding through water around knee hight. (to waist depending on what steps you take)
Every day the Cats need to be walked. But since there is so much water for parts they just swim beside you, and then can swim much faster then you can walk. ( My first day walking them will be tommorrow, since there was a inspection yesterday and today is only a half day)
Then in the evening after the walk and our lunch we feed the cats.
The are really nice cats, each with there own distinct personality. They act just like Huge house cats (besides being wild) They come to you when they want affection and will purr loudly and nuzzle you face and neck, or swat at you when it so pleases them... The only Thing you have to remember is to never turn you back to them, or they will pounce on you from behind.,....which can be tricky when there is three of them running around you....(keep in mind all playfully though)
The majority of the other voulnteers have foot fungus since your standing and walking in the water all day...Im hopeing to avoid this, but I suppose you will find out how succesful i am next saturday.
So for until one week....Im off to the water bogged jungle (even my cats cage is under water)
They have platforms and to run to and from though, so dont worry....=)

Links...

Well, I tried to put some pictures on here, and it didnt work...so I tried to put some onto an online photoalbum and it took FOREVER...
So here´s the link to just a couple...
www.travellingkara.myphotoalbum.com
and also, if any one want to check out where Ill be working here the link to that as well...
http://www.intiwarayassi.org/
Ill be going to the Parque Ambue.
Also if you click on the american/british flag in the top left, it will translate to English for you.
So, Ill update this again as soon as I can!
xoxoxo´s

The oh so perfect bus trip.

Well as a continuation to my last post on how wonderful my bus trip was and all my connections worked also continued....I left the internet cafe, got a nice cabbie and we chatted to where I need to catch my bus, got my bus ticket and got on. I had wanted a window seat (since there my favorite of course) but the bus was full expect for the back seat which I didnt want. the bus left shortly after completely full expect the person who was supposed to be beside me didnt show up to I got my window seat. With my nose out the window and fresh air blowing in my hair I rememeber my dear freind Raelene´s and mine "oh so perfect gift" Day I wont go into the story but if you want to hear it ask her, Basically if it seems to good to be true....IT IS!
So our bus pulls to a stop and the bus driver says something I don´t understand and everyone starts filling off...He startes starts re-funding some of our money and the people start walking....I had heard and read about the political insatablity before I came, but I never experienced it. My teacher from before told me because of carnival the protests stop since every one is more concerned with drinking, dancing, and playing music (and throwing water) than politicals.
So I put on my back pack take in cue and start walking....I asked a local guy about it and he said oh....its just a road block and well probley have to walk maybe 3 miles....SO we walk and talk (in my bad spanish of course) We came to the first road block...with was basically a few dump trucks of rocks blocking the road. We climb over that and contiune walking for about 20 mintues. Their was also a couple from Argentina who was going to the same place so we walked together and after some time had passed; a car offering to drive us to the next blockage came. So we hoped in and saved our selves about 2Km´s. Where the next dump truck loads of rocks, gravel, and soil were across the road. So we pass this and look up the mountain ahead and all you can see is trucks and buses for miles stopped. The local drivers had strung hamocks between there semi and were sleeping. We start our accent up the hill. After about another half a K the argentine man switch back packs with me, which was a god send. Since I had al ready been walking for so long and my pack looks like a small house and it was about +25 out....So we walk, and walk, and once we got about half way up and past all the cars we stopped to rest and to try to flag down drivers to take us. However since its the people who did the barrcades no one will pick you up and take you past the blockages. So we walk more, and more, and about 4 hours later we get to the top of the mountain where the next blockage is. They talked to the people and got permission for the 4 of us to pass and we got in a car. And then began the video game worthy car ride...There wasnt any more actual blockages (expect for one that people had moved enough to pass over) All over the curving mountain road was suddenly large rocks, trees, tires, really anything that the people could find on the sides to put on the road. So after about 3 hours of hair raising driving we get to a little past where we wanted to go, and the taxi asks for 10 bs more from each of us (which isnt bad considering that we had only paid about 75cent for the 3 hours and 10 more is just over a dollar)
We were going to pay him and ask him to take us where we wanted to go gave him a 50 and thinking he was going to come back with change, him and his mother ran into the car and sprayed us with rocks as they took off. We got some food the couple went camping and I continued going...and literaly kept on going, Passing the actual village that I was going to work at, but extrenous cercumstances keep preventing me, I decided that I am going to the park that when I had looked into it i was orginally going to go.
So here I am back in the same city that I started my adventures in. The two parks I had debated between are run by the same company:Inti Wara Yassi. One, Villa Tunari, is located in an actual little town, with everything. I decided on going to that one when I landed since I didnt want to be in the jungle with nothing and the road there seemed harder.
But, after sooooo much hardship turing to get to the "easier" park, I figured I might as well go to the other one. Plus I had meet other travellers who had gone to villa tunari and who were going, but no one was going to this one, so I figured they might need the help more.
So I will spend one more day here, recovering from what I think is just some heat stroke from my walk yesterday, than I head to the jungle.

off to work!

Well I actually caught my bus last night...and thinking about it, I think the bus I missed was probley the ONLY bolivan bus to actually leave on time. The bus ride last night was bumpy but good. Two English guys ended up standing in the asile beside me for about 2 hours since they had stored their bags at the bus travel agency, and a little boy broke into one of their bags and stole his passport. They got it back and just wanted to leave to catch the bus but the lady was scared they were going to the police so she locked them in the room and said she called the boys mother so they could all give him trouble, mean while they filled the bus up with extra people going to villages on the way taking their actual seats. However when we had to stop to fix a flat and everyone got out they got them back.
I managed to get on a bus about an hour after I got to my connecting town which was a pleasent surprise, so instead of waiting until noon I got a bus at 5.30am got a few hours of sleep and got to Cochabama early this morning. Sooooo, im not going to stay here but head straight tò the park.
So a month later, im finally off to play with the animals!!

Beauty in the middle of nothing.

Well Hello!!!
I am back from a fanastic tour of southwest Boliva to the Chile border.
The bus ride here was amazing, the roads were great and since it was during the day I got to stick my nose to the window and watch the amazing mountain landscapes unfold before me. Basically our rockies, but bigger: meets our badlands, but bigger. I decided the next time I come I want to do it with my own wheels so I can stop when ever I want. (yes, i know im still here but yes im already planning on coming back)
When we got here me and sarah, an aussie girl I came with, went looking for a tour company to go with...after wandering around to some different ones be decided on one. The next morning we arrived and there was 3 other people that were supposed to be with us to, but then for some reason they seperated us and we got put on different tours.
And might I say we got sooooo, lucky. We got probley the nicest 4x4 he could drive fast over all the bumps and rocks and we didn´t feel anything. Meanwhile other were slowly bouncing along. And our driver was great, other travellers were having problems even getting theirs to stop to take pictures and when ever we would stick our camera to the window he would go ¨stop for picture¿ and just stop.
The group we ended up with was 2 other aussie couples....so 5 austrilans and moi. Nice since were all english speaking.
We started at a train graveyard. looks like it sounds, a bunch of old trains....from there we went to a little village made up of salt bricks and rusted car bumpers. The reason the villa was made of salt is because it is right at the edge of the world biggest Salar. It was once an ancient ocean but now it a vast expanse of white salt....well it if it wasn´t the rainy season it would be white: However the rain has left about 5 inchs of water all on it which made a perfect reflection of the sky. When driving on it, it actually feels and looks like your driving in the sky.
So, after eatting our Alpaca steaks, while sitting on salt chairs at a salt table we headed out for the villa we would be staying for the night.
Out of all the cars (a few dozen) Only 3 of us stayed in this one village which was great, we got hot showers and great rooms....
The next morning we awoke and continued, The rocky road took us through the mountains to many different lakes, since the flamingos are migrating right now, all of them had tonnes of the pink and white birds on them. The mountins here are different, higher, bigger, and nothing on them. We accended to over 4900 meters, and then there on the top of the mountian we´re in a red desert. Beautiful and intresting rocks left by erosion in the middle of seemingly no where.
I have some pretty pictures....you´ll see....
Where there is nothing else up here there are these wild llamas, that some how manage to live.
After driving through some more indiscribeable landscape of sand dunes, mountains, volcanos, mountain with holes in the side of them where metorites hit: we arrived to one of the national parks, right past it was a red lake, and we stayed just past here for the night.
The next morning we awoke at 4:30am to get to the gysers in time....Basically I woke up and went to mars. Weird weird landscape, the earth spraying steam out of bubbling mud holes, all surrounded by bright red mountains, ground, and rocks. We watched the sun rise here and then went to some natural hot springs for breakfast. From here we went to some more brillantly colored lakes with a huge volcano as their backdrop. The 4 others in our tour were continuing on to chile to we left them at the border switched cars and came home a different but still intrestingly and beautiful way. We stopped for lunch in a little village on the edge of where the earth is being torn apart....litterally.
And now Im back in Uyuni....I actually still shouldn´t be here, but this time at no fault of the Bolivan bus system I missed my bus last night....After eatting supper I was saying my good bye to some other freinds heading to La Paz, when with a confused look I crooked my head sideways and pointed at my bus as it drove right in frount of me, Hey thats my bus....all full expect my little window spot at the front. (Hora de salida is 19.45, not 8 kara....read your stupid ticket!)
Ha Ha, oops, So im off again tonight to Oruro where I will catch another bus to Cochabamba. But since nothing here seem to be planned right my bus gets in at 4am...you think they would just leave here later and get in at a more resonable time....
You all should google earth the south west of boliva and can see how weird yet beautiful it is.

No tengo un vez!!!

Well, although I really don´t want to, and I could probley just stay here for the duration of my trip: I leave tommorrow for the salt flats! I should probley stay and rest some more, I lost my voice last thursday and still havent gotten it back. I dont feel to sick, just a little worn down but I simply have NO voice. Which also made my last classes of spanish interesting since I had to say everything in a whisper. And also talking and ordering food and such is a little intresting...
I went to the black market here! ooooooh, if only it was as cool as it sounds with human livers and weapons or something. Just fake abercrombie and brand name clothes everywhere. little dissapointed....
Sucre´s been great, and basically every single traveller that has come here has stayed over a week longer than intented. The parks in Boliva are all really pretty, they use different colored plants to make pictures and designs in the grass, which I also find funny because the plants that grow here all year round are the ones back home we only plant to have die again in the fall...
Here to hoping this bus ride will go more friendly then the last.....

no mas agua!

So, I´ve been walking around with this stupid grin on my face because it is Soooooo nice to walk around outside with out worring about getting hit! In fact i find it a little funny that these people are going on with there every day lives now, since for the last week it was utter chaos everywhere. At least I wasnt alone...I went on a hike on tuesday and over half of us that went just stayed in our hotel room the night before since we didnt want to actually leave and brave the outdoors. The hike was fantastic....We wandered our way jumping rock to rock back and forth across a little river for a ways and than hiked up to eat lunch at a village on the base of the largest mountain here. It was nice to get out and wander around in the country side, it was pretty hot though and I haven´t done something like that since I hurt my back which I was painfully reminded of. But very worth it. Our guide thought he had seen me some where before and didnt believe me that I wasn´t actually secretly a movie star until he looked on the internet the next day and couldnt find anything....
Well, im going for a walk in the sunshine! The outdoors are once again safe for us Gringos!

Carnival Parade!

Well, yesterday was the actual parade day for carnvial. BUT...i`m not entirely
postive you could call it a parade...sure they had bleachers set up on one side, and people walking around selling chips and cotten candy....However, since Boliva isn´t exaculty was you would call orginazed the parade had gaps between them of about 25 minutes. And what else to do in between then to wallop the people on the other side with water balloons and spray foam?? And everyone gets it. Mostly since no one is aiming they just throw across the street and hope for the best. I protected a little old lady for a while since she was only about 4 foot 5 and stood right up behind my back and used me as a human shield. Then again if she got hit by a balloon it probley would of knocked her over....The only break from this is when the dancers, musicans and their floats come by. Since they now become the target from EVERYONE....I seriously felt pretty bad for them, could you imagine being at a parade and just whipping water balloones, and spraying fake snow in their faces while their dancing, and playing a tuba??
To be honest I didnt even stay for the entire parade...I stood for about 4 hours, and since I had been dripping wet for about 5 hours (of course I got wet walking there) I was freezing...and I suppose it would be unfair of me to complain since its super cold back home....but actually even when it was -30 back home I wasn´t that cold, It was only about plus 10 out and cloudy, if it was a bright and sunny day it would of been much more pleasent.....I didnt realize how bad it was until I bought some chips and I couldn´t bend my fingers to open the bag....so I shared them to the family that was beside me and shivered my way home....
The funny thing as well in those 4 hours, I think I only saw, hmmm about 8 groups of paraders.
One was a GIANT goat made up of real goat parts...like the head, and was covered in fur. Another was a kids group each dressed in a spiderman costumes and they had a GIANT spider float. And one I got a kick out of was a giant Bart simpson that as they pushed him along his arms pulled his pants down mooning, and all the dancers had bart simpson heads on.
Once I got home dried and warmed I wanted to go out to watch the super bowl...however Knew I was going to get attacked with water again...I had to walk past the spot from that lovely bombardment I wrote about the day before....and with just as many people there again I knew what was going to happen again, so I figured I`d use my assests to my advantage, so I sprinted as fast as I could down the block and didnt get hit once. However when I had to stop at the corner for traffic two boys spray foamed my face....So I watched the superbowl with blurrly painful eyes. But might I say GOOD GAME! I was cheering for the Patriots though...
And now when I leave it begins again...apprently this maddness goes until wednesday....however this gal is all water fought and mostly spray foamed out.

Drenched

I figured you´d all get a kick outta this.....take away my story with been hit by the eight boys and picture this.....
Imagine a block and a half of people on one side (i´d take the modest guess of about 125 people) and poor gringa Kara walking by her lonesome on the other side. Whom else is their to hit??
So i was hit and hit and hit, some missed but the they hit the wall behind you break and spill their water on you. The locals got a great kick out of it.
So now, im sitting, dripping on the floor, also covered in soap, since they carry around spray bottles of some sort of spray foam stuff. I may as well taken a shower with my clothes on...probley would of been drier.
At least I´m a good sport and laugh.... Than again what else can you do? =)
I think we should try doing something like this in edmonton....how much fun would it be to stand along churchill square pealting all the bussiness men with water balloons? Maybe in the summer well try....¿Probley get arrested eh?

Singing, Dancing, Music, and Water!

Hello all!
Well im still in the nice little town of Sucre...and now carnival is in full swing! Meaning more people marching in the street playing music, singing, and dancing; and of course much much more water. The streets are lined with ladies and kids selling grocery bags filled with balloons and no one is safe. Usually I end up getting cause i´m good at dodging them, which makes them more determined, and there nothing you can really do when EVERY one has something to hit you with. One time there was about 8 boys all with balloons and I dodged about 4 of them, than one hit me, bounced off and didnt break... so I pointed at them and laughed...Ha ha! Which resulted in me being pelted by all of them at once. When you leave the hotel room it may as well be pouring out since you get that wet.
They start young too, as soon as they can walk and carry a water gun, they do. Some of the little kids even have packs on there backs connected to their guns. The people marching in the street get it the worse, their just target practice. However the people marching also carry bags of balloons to throw as well.
I´m here for another week more....Actually I have to stay because my Spanish school is closed for the hoildays until wednesday and i missed class on friday since I am nursing the after affects of eatting undercooked chicken a few days before. I have no way of paying them,
until their open, and extra lesson´s can never be a bad thing.
I have to give to people learning second languages; not easy. I´m learning english grammer while i´m at it, since you have to compare sentence structure between the two languages. My spanish teacher said he never learnt spanish grammer until he took english lessons, and I´m now learning English grammer while taking Spanish lessons. I think the hardest part is gaining the confidence to actually try talking with people in their own native lanuage.
Well, I should leave the safety of this place to get more wet....yes more wet....I´m still wet from the walk here...=)

Sucre- The water fight city!

Hello All! I realized I hadn´t actually posted anything in a while, but thats I´ve been in Sucre enjoying myself and not doing much. I started Spanish school on Monday, began with the alphabet and today was some verbs! the classes are about 4 hours a day and then a few hours of homework each night. Its a nice school, Private one-one teaching.
In celebrating for Carnival the city is having a constant water fight. At first I was unsure if it was simply local boys getting there kicks throwing water ballons at travellers, but nope... no one is safe. Little ladies even sell water ballons on the street. you have to watch above your head cause the kids will stand in there balconies and throw them too. I got wise and bought a water gun: revenge is mine!
Ill be here until the end of Carnaval. My spanish lesson are one week long, (Unless I do another week, but Im thinking one is all). No complaints, lots of other great travellers and the city is nesstled in the mountains. Heard about the crazy cold and snow there....Sorry guys!

Bolivan bus trips

Well, When my bus ride first started I was actually thinking about how I could describe beautiful the mountain,s covered in lush greenry, waterfalls everywhere from the over abundance of rain. As the sun set the full moon arised and supplied enough light that I could still make the outlines of 30 foot catcti in the distance. And then we got a flat tire, which I actually thought was nice since it gave me time to watch the pretty firefly´s outside.
If only I could of jumped to the end of the trip there.
We got back on the road and continued for about 15 mintues when we stopped again...I was sitting right behind the bus drivers (there are two) when one got out with a flash light, and walked the route where the bus was supposed to go. However I looked out of my window and down and saw nothing other than a shear cliff to the river below. The one guided the driver very slowly while watching the wheels. And than all of a sudden he started screaming GO GO Go! and the driver gunned it and we made it o.k. But by now I am WIDE awake and no possiblity of sleep; unlike everyone else snoozing peacfully. Than, we came to a river....seriously? I was like this possibley cant be the road....Yep! There was some cars that been stopped since then couldnt make it through since the water would have been over the doors, who all got out to watch this attempt... And Off we go! the bus smashed something on the bottom and we drive the smoking bus into the little hamlet 20 yrd away to fix yet another flat tire.
So off we go again. The only delay until we had to cross another river was stopping to help someone else fix a flat tire. The next river though the drivers were smart they waded all the way across and felt for rocks to move...the water was up to their thighs. and through this river we go.
We got to a rickty bridge which the drivers made us all get out and walk across...I couldnt help but think why didnt they do this many times sooner¿ By now the sun was up and I thought all was to be good...When suddendly we came to a stop....what now could it be?
Well only a rockslide that took out the entire road! Apparently it was going to take hours to clear it or something so many people started walking because apperently a bus ran from the next small town...I didnt want to be seperated from my bag so I stayed...and than the people from my bus started by hand working together and moving the rocks and boulders. So of course I pitched in Dont need to be able to speak the language to understand when work need to be done...and if little old Bolivan ladies were helping so would I....we worked for probley about half an hour, and right near the end (kara style of course) I managed to Gash my finger right open on one of the rocks...one of the old ladies wrapped my finger to stop the bledding but I got a bunch of blood droplets on my pants. SO we made it through the big landslide!
and if only this was the last of it...Not to bore you with the details of yet ANOTHER flat tire, we than came to a semi truck that had managed to get stuck in wheel deep mud completely sideways blocking both sides of the road. And yes that is bascially the end of it....
3 flat tires, 2 rivers crossed, one cliff survived, a rockslide, and a stuck semi, no sleep, and 21 hours later I arrived here in Sucre.

Well, I think i´m going to give up on going to the Parque to Volunteer for now. It hasn´t stopped raining for more than about 2 hours since the last post. I´m looking into travelling to the south of Boliva first and than coming back up to work. I´d be in a big city for the Caranval and In Sucre (which would be where im headed) I can take spanish lessons. Which would be a great assest in a country that no one speaks english =)
And how does it smell¿ Like humdity, I dont think i´ve been completly dry once since I got here. I made the stupid mistake of washing some clothes but in 100% humidity, things don´t dry. However It is still very warm out, and of course if i´m hot in canada when it´s -15 out...I find it still very hot here.
I haven´t seen any more cochroaches in my room but I have one small Gecko I named Fred, he´s much cuter than a bug, plus I dont have to kill him.
I think I might of ate some pigeons, The menu at the resturant had Quails on it...which kinda confused me since quails was pluralized, so I ordered it. Two little birds the exact size of the hundreds of pigons that live on the square about 5 meters way, were pn my plate. And since they were so small none of the insides were cleaned out...yummy.
Also, take time to appricate our bus system back at home....you walk up to the counter and buy a ticket for where you want to go. If it only it was that easy....With the help of my english/spanish speaking Portugues friend we tried inquiring about tickets to the city near I want to Volunteer at. However there is not one booth to go to....the bus sations has about 47 different boths to go to, all run separately by different agencies some going to the same places, some going to other, none with corrosponding information.
I met a man from Quebec last night who has been riding his motobike since November...West through sask and alberta, up through yukon to alaska, and now down all the way to here continuing to the southern tip of chile. Quite the trip!
Here´s to hoping that not ALL the roads are washed away, I´ll keep you posted!

STUCK

So, Since its rained and rained and well.....rained. The roads out of Santa Cruz are closed. The funny thing is i was going to buy my ticket out today and stopped to eat; (a delcious $1 meal including a BBQ chicken, Rice, and papas fritas....French fries) When on the T.V came the news showing the road closures. Which I understood watching on the T.v, but If I got to the train station I dont think I would of understood why I couldn´t buy a ticket.
I could fly out but it´s a difference from about $8 compared to $100....It stopped raining today and cleared up, the roads dry fast so thats hopeful.
Theré´s a few day trips near here that I may go on if the roads don´t open soon.....I´ve enjoyed it here, Nice laid back city, enjoyable people, however I´m itching to play with animals.
Oh....and you can buy puma shoes here for 6 bucks...crazy!

Santa Cruz

Well, I have arrived in Boliva!
Santa Cruz is a nice city (I suppose I have nothing to compare to eh?)
The inabilty to speak the lanuage can be trying; however I met a nice student from Brazil who has been a great help in communicating with the locals. Since the Caranival is soon, there was a HUGE parade last night, basically just thousand of people dressed in their regional costumes dancing and playing music. Being the rainy season though this was done in a complete downpour, which added to it I thought.
I need to get my passport extended so I can volunteer however the information in the lonely planet was wrong. And everything is closed on sundays, Even finding the internet was hard since the places that were open didn´t work since is POURING rain. infact I am dripping wet right now. So I´ll be in santa Cruz for another day or so while I get the immigration issue fixed. So i`m going to enjoy my time here since I have running water, electricity, t.v, and cochroaches. Where im going will only have the latter.

January 18- MIAMI

After stopping in both San Francisco and Las Vegas I arrived in Miami this morning at 6:30am. Since my flight doesn't leave until 11:10pm I couldn't just sit in the airport all day;
Busing down to South Beach I had breakfast overlooking the boat filled bay and then tried napping under the shade of a tree. (to many ants) Then walking and wandering around for hours enjoying the hot humdity (that's a lie I don't enjoy it...Heat and I are not freinds, but considering the weather back home I'm not going to complain about it being to hot) I found the Miami college. The Internet at the airport is $1.00/minute, I decided that free was much better and managed to get permission for free guest access here at the school.
Until Boliva...adios!