Okay people. We need to talk about hostels and hotels. I know I can be a bit picky. And also a bit unreasonable sometimes. But during this trip I’ve learnt that you don’t die in hostels and it can be pretty nice. Yes people are weird, there is always someone sleeping at all times, making noises, turning down the air-con to freezing and are being drunk, all the time. But you learn to handle it. As long as the building is clean, the beds are comfy and the staff is cleaning the bathrooms.
The first stop after the border crossing into Brazil was Corumbá. The plan was to stay there one night before visiting the Pantanal. A bit (very) tired after the long wait at the border we were starving. With the Spanish couple we met in the queue we grabbed some lunch before we were off looking for a place to stay the night.
First hotel we bumped into was “El Shadday”. We asked about the price and it was cheap, €12 for a private room with shower. No air-con but a fan. “Do you want to see the room?” they asked – we said no. In retrospective maybe we should’ve seen it.
Even Jon admitted that this was the worst place we have been to so far. But he fell asleep pretty fast. So many insects and cockroaches, just close your eyes and pretend you never saw it.
Just one night was enough and we were off to Pantanal the day after.
After spending one night in the hostel after our adventure by horse Jon was spiking a fever and I was feeling a bit under the weather. Both probably caused by our excess of horseback riding combined with too much sun, wine and meat.
The first idea was to leave Mendoza by bus to Santiago de Chile directly, but unsure about our condition we decided to stay one more night. The night before we had changed dorm to a smaller one but with more beds in it and without some kind air condition. Not feeling that well I decided to use another of my hotel nights. After a quick look I found The Diplomatic Hotel.
We were a little anxious not to be let in with our backpacks in the fancy hotel but we got our room and it was the size of half the apartment back home. Even if I think I’ve learned to stay in hostels and get used to sleep in dorms (and the weird people staying there), the lack of cleanliness, the smell of mold, broken beds and people who steal your food in the common fridge it was awesome to stay in a hotel with a king size bed, without other people and a telephone to room service.
After some rest we went out to get a quick bite and then back to the hotel. Watched too many episodes of Criminal minds and then Jons fever spiked again. This made us decide to order food from room service even though there was a french restaurant that was supposed to be superb just around the corner. And we didn’t get disappointed – the food was great.
The next day we woke up as good new and we had a great breakfast before we went to the bus station to take the bus to Santiago (please do this bus ride in daylight because it was pretty awesome).