{"id":826,"date":"2010-11-15T21:32:45","date_gmt":"2010-11-16T05:32:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/?p=826"},"modified":"2010-11-15T21:39:55","modified_gmt":"2010-11-16T05:39:55","slug":"a-trip-to-cordoba-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/2010\/11\/a-trip-to-cordoba-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"A Trip to Cordoba, Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
Spent the entirety of last week in the air and in Cordoba, Argentina. Right off the bat, I knew it would be my favorite of traveled places thus far. Everywhere else I’ve been going had been, generally speaking, similar to each other. Cordoba, however, was a lot more unique. I definitely enjoyed the experience.<\/p>\n
The people there were nice, although it can be a little tricky communicating to some of the locals who don’t speak English. My fault for taking French in High School.<\/p>\n
The way people drive there is superb. People in the States are used to others being reasonably deliberate: signalling, keeping in your lane, etc. But then this leads to ineptitude, and drivers freaking out thinking you’re going to hit them when you get a little close… That’s not the case in Cordoba. Lane changes happened constantly, and cars would be bumper to bumper. If there was any open space in the road, a car would try to fill it. There were many intersections that had no lights or stop signs, just open.<\/p>\n
I brought my S95 with me on this trip, and got good use out of it. I love the portability of this camera, I just walked around, pulled it out of my pocket, pushed the shutter, and moved on. I would’ve felt foolish toting around a giant DSLR. Due to the amount of pictures, I’m going to break this post up into 2 parts.<\/p>\n
One of the flight connections was in Santiago, Chile.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Flew over the Andes on the way to Argentina.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Eventually, I was in the city.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a>‘<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Due to how much history Cordoba has, there were a number of churches and other relics scattered around.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n One thing I loved was how most of the sodas came in GLASS bottles rather than cheap aluminum cans.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n On the subject of beverages, one of the traditional drinks in Argentina is called Mate<\/a>, which is similar to tea.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n While at the work site, I heard what sounded like drums down the street, and then fireworks. It turned out to be a strike from the bus drivers or of that nature.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n The work I was doing in Cordoba finished in 2 days, so I ended up having all of Friday completely free. I spent the day walking around and exploring. Eventually found my way into the outskirts and neighborhoods of town, and back.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n