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Vagablond

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On the way - through life and around the world - this blog consists of Vagablonds stories, thoughts and ideas.
The blog is divided into categories: 365 consist of everyday stories, updates, current travel experiences and the like. OUT & ABOUT gives you a glimpse of Vagablonds mind. VOYAGER involves anything travel-related; memoirs, advice, impressions.. The supersmart BLOND informs and the love for food category EAT explains itself.. QUOTES - a collection of Vagablonds faves.

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Polluted Nectarines

EAT Posted on 2011-02-19 01:11:10

Buenos Aires = Good Winds.

As in “fresh air”?

I suppose not.

There are plenty of small fruit and vegetable shops around and as self-declared fruitoholic I almost felt blessed when I found out there was a “fruteria” just outside where I live. Juicy nectarines, massive grapes, organic apples, deep red tomatoes, lots of bananas, mangos and green things I haven´t tried (which I assume might be some kind of little pumpkin) and pineapples.

After a long and cold winter in Norway the body revives from the first tasty fruits – (which in Norway are two of a kind; the oranges/mandarines in December and strawberries in June/July) Nevertheless, my attention was drawn towards the juicy nectarines. I could already imagine the delicious taste in my mouth when I wrapped them into a piece of paper and put them in my bag – saving them for a perfect spot – to make the body-revival-seanse most perfect.

After strolling around for an hour I found the perfect spot in a park. A bench in the sun. YUMMI! As usual I don´t bother too much about peeling and took a BIG BITE. My facewas covered with juices and my mouth with disgust.

Pure pollution embodied in a nectarine.

No need to describe how I almost vomited..

General travel advices always tell you to PEEL any fruit or vegetable that is not boiled. I tricked myself into believing it was only the nectarine skin that was polluted and gently peeled it with my teeth, avoiding any tongue contact (must have looked odd)

Thereupon I took a second BIG BITE into pure nectarine flesh.

Correction: Polluted nectarine flesh.

Never having a nectarine with origin from a region of “fresh air” ever again.

Vagablond – out&about



AF 418

OUT & ABOUT Posted on 2011-02-19 00:51:30

I arrived a humid and hot Buenos Aires yesterday around noon, local time. The flight turned out to become a movie marathon as I hadn´t seen any of the movies offered

Apropos flight;

At the gate before takeoff I saw two extremely handsome men and I was thinking “hopefully they will not be seated next to me, that be too embarrassing” (Why? I had just gotten ready for the 14hour flight dressed in a halfways-pyjama look, with a bag full of books and a bag with sweets from my mum and a face without makeup and my hairstyle similar to how I make it when I want to clean my house. AH – not to forget the big, woollen socks my sister knitted me for christmas!)

The two men were wearing stylish slim suits and did not have to worry about hairstyles as they were almost bold – by choice of course, they were young.

In the plane no one was seated next to me and I felt extremely happy I got 3-seats by myself. The plane was full! And I had the only 3-seats for myself! BIG SMILE!

Till Emanuel – the gay chief steward came – with two extremely handsome men, telling them with his deepest apologies they had to be seated here – next to me. (I hope the apologies were because of the fact it was economy class, not because of me; where I sat, with no makeup, eating a chocolate and reading my book looking like a nerd with my glasses, woollen socks and somewhat special hairstyle.)

They sat down, smelled delicious and discussed things in Dutch. They were served drinks and magazines while the rest of us economy travellers were sweating and feeling less valuable.

Just before we taxed out to the runway, Emanuel returned with good news. Guys had got seats in first-class after all, as someone else didn´t show up. Furthermore he thanked them they travelled with Air France and he was excited to serve them for the entire flight. Bla bla.. The guys went and for a minute I was sad, but then relieved as I had a 3-seats for myself again. Till that old lady came and made herself comfortable…

At the airport I was picked up by Lucas – a stereotype bohemian Argentine – as I imagine them to be. No, not the countryside gaucho cowboy stereotype, but the city porteño stereotype; tall, dark, with ponytail and good looking. He brought me to the address I had – to Raquel, a mid 50s lady, married to Juan Carlos – looks like the king of Spain too – they have 3 adult daughters and a lovely colonial style house in the area Recoleta. High ceilings and wooden floors – the house is nice. I will stay here for a month – catching up with Spanish grammar from Monday onwards.

Vagablond – out&about