tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31441039687543531702024-02-06T21:00:14.149-08:00in progressAdrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-6752334586161474632011-01-21T15:04:00.000-08:002011-01-21T15:04:41.611-08:00No go - NeuquénI survived being tossed around in a bus all night between San Rafael and Neuquén. Barely. Low points was the lack of shocks in combination with the bumps in the road, the horrible movie about an out of control train (my seat was directly under a speaker - awesome!), and the smell of the dinner meal provided. Oh yeah, and the city of Neuquén. I looked for things to do online and found three: (1) the central park, (2) the museum of fine arts, and (3) the view of the city from a mountain. I arrived at 6am and set out to see these things which looked so lovely in the photos. I skipped the taxis and started walking to kill time and managed to walk for about 45 minutes in the wrong direction. I got to see the outskirts of town, which included factories and many whistles accompanied by kissing noises before turning back and getting a taxi from the bus station. What awaited me at el parque central was dismal. Fountains turned off and covered with graffiti were set off by brown stubs of grass and the most bland museum I have seen in my life. I can´t wait to add a picture. I circled the museum thinking there had to be a better entrance only to be told I couldn´t bring my purse inside. As much as I want to check my passport and all my money for what didn´t look to be that incredible.... <br />
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And then things improved. I had the first delicious, NOT dulce (sweet) media lunas (croissants) while continuing to attempt to try to learn spanish. Then I used my spanish to find a bookstore (okay so it was across the street) where I replaced The Count of Monte Cristo, which I lost to Diego in Córdoba. I bought <em>Doce cuentos peregrinos</em> by Gabriel García Marquez and walked back to the bus station in the heat. This took me an hour. Reading the prologue, five pages, took me six. <br />
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Anyways, I have a book for the next six months and it will definitely be the longest it has taken me to read 200 pages in a very long time. Also, I get to use all sorts of big words in wierd ways that nobody understands including myself. Perfecto. Te amo a ti español. Tu eres sereno y díafono. <br />
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Tonight I catch the 23:00 bus to Junín and make a connection in the AM to Pucón where I have booked a hostel for three days. Showers. Bliss. Talking to people again without feeling like a fool? Still won´t happen, but at least I can make some friends!Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-3862956996799250092011-01-20T13:15:00.000-08:002011-01-20T13:15:47.380-08:00en curso...I have a lot of adventures to fill everyone in on. I ditched my previous plans and started going with the options before me. Unfortunately, this means I am still suffering with my Spanish, but now I am travelling sola and everything is changing.<br />
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<b>Las Melosas</b><br />
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After my last posts, I went out in to the Andes, the fronterra of Chile. The area was very remote, about an hour and half drive further into the mountains from Manzano. There was a lot of climbers in the area, despite being far from everything, and there is also camping down by the river if anyone ever wants to visit. The rock was nice, but climbing on limited and old gear got into this newbie´s head. I was freaked. We ditched the trad and hit up a brand new sport climb that had just been bolted by a German climber named Waldo. There are rocks for days out there and many FA´s to be had. I would recommend NOT going in the middle of summer though. I learned that the hard way (and still returned for more).<br />
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<b>La Fiesta de Promiteda en El Talagante</b><br />
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After a long day of climbing I joined my friends Maximo and Fernando at their cousin´s (prima) engagement/ wedding party number one. Basically, I needed a place to stay, we were going climbing the next day, and I needed to meet the parents of the house I would be crashing at. This was a night of immersion into Chilean culture. I was passed between everyone for kisses and those that knew English used as a sign of their education. I drank wine, ate delicious empanadas, and eventually danced until 3:30am. At this point I wanted little more than to die a quick death in my bed, but the primos continued to party on until 7am. People are insane down here! We still were all up at 10:30 to climb.<br />
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<b>Punta Las Tralcas</b><br />
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Just to the south of Isla Negra and north of El Quisco lies a beautiful point of granite on a somewhat isolated beach. The climbs are way out on the end where salt spray covers the rock. This makes for very interesting climbing conditions to say the least. Where your feet would normally stick on granite they slip, you get scratched, and salt fills your fresh wound. Wonderful. Oh yeah, and imagine what the bolts look like (las chapas). Don´t use them, just free solo to the top and set up a top rope with some nuts that are 25 years old. Or climb once, praying you live, and then spend the rest of the day drinking beer on the beach with new friends and enjoy a spectacular sunset. Done.<br />
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<b>Quintay</b><br />
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The day after Las Tralcas, I explored Santiago with Tobias and Henrik, my delightful Danes. We enjoyed a sushi dinner and I checked Emma and I into the Bellavista hostel (Tomas, Henrik´s roomate had it with our antics and we got the boot). The next morning Emma and I woke up at 6:30 to head to Quintay. Quintay is a lovely beach enjoyed by fishermen and divers. It is also one of the most difficult places to get to from Santiago. If you want to go, get a car or catch a bus from Valparaiso. After walking from bus terminal to bus terminal, we got tickets to Valparaiso and hopped off at the exit for Quintay. At that point we started hitchhiking. Twenty minutes later we got a ride...<br />
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I got to experience Emma´s work firsthand. Basically, she runs up and down and all around trying to find fishermen to interview. Okay, there is way more to it, but that is what I experienced for a while before kicking it on the beach with my book and exploring the town. I recommend Quintay to anyone that wants a day of diving followed by a good (though expensive) meal on the beach. There was a nice restaurant that we went to that was much cheaper and more local (and has great pisco sours), but it would not be worth the travel time to get there. Quintay = great excursion from Valparaiso.<br />
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<b>Valparaiso</b><br />
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A collectivo to Valpo cost us around $2 each and took about 30 minutes or so. We met Tobias and Henrik there and got comfortable in our hostel (Aurecela) in Cerro Bellavista. The neighborhood was very cute, though pricey, and made for a great kick-off to Tobias and my adventures the next day. We wandered the streets photographing street art and found ourselves in the cementario de disendentes and el cementario uno. I wish I had pictures uploaded on this computer to share, but they will have to come later. To sum our day we had Chorrillanas again and went to Viña del Mar for the Museo de Archeologia. There we saw deadly spiders and shrunken heads. Okay, there was more, but that is what hit home. YUK<br />
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<b>Concha Y Toro</b><br />
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Emma and my next excursion was to Concha Y Toro winery. This is very simple. Call the winery, know some Spanish, make a reservation, then take a metro forever, get on a micro (collectivos overcharge gringos), and get off in front of the winery. Or do what everyone else does and take a car. Needless to say, we had a fantastic time and enjoyed many wines. The Marchesa Chardonnay is delightful.<br />
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That night I made friends with a pack of guys at the hostel (go figure) and convinced them to do a night out. I can´t imagine how I pulled that off. Anyways, it made for more people at Emma´s going away party the following evening. That will be all for those two nights, but both were hilarious and lots of fun.<br />
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<b>Argentina? en serio?</b><br />
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I know I was not planning on going to Argentina until March, but when you have a friend to travel with who is multilingual and lots of fun. Why the hell not? That is what gets you on a night bus to Mendoza with someone you have known for two days. Or maybe it´s being impulsive. Whatever it is, I am glad I went. I got to see Mendoza, did a nice tandem bike riding wine tour with my new friend Diego and ate the best food so far in South America. Sorry Chile, but Argentina has you beat in the food department. I am now en route to the lake district in Chile, which meant another night bus to Cordoba, then another to San Rafael (now without a book, music, or movie), and ANOTHER tonight at 22hrs to Neuquén. It looks like my plans might change again and I will be meeting my Chilean buddies for our volcano trek in Lonquimay.<br />
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Before I pass out from the heat, I am going to sign off. Buen viaje :)Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-17715960400262394632011-01-10T14:20:00.000-08:002011-01-10T14:20:45.824-08:00Fotos from Cajon de MaipoI already shared Cajon de Maipo, but not fotos. Enjoy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma and I hiking uphill in the heat of the day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woops! the needles on this cactus were a few inches long</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henrik and the valley of the Maipo River below</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey guys!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henrik chilling out in the cave</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me on the first climb</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henrik and his first outdoor climb</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma making a go at it </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out in the tree! Emma is just happy to get out of the sun</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeding Emma wild boar from the restaraunt Patagonia we ate at the night before</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi tackling the crux</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henrik at the top!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me on climb three. Photo top tope climb</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilling at the base</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi doing a climbing move</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look guys, no hands! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roar! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi and my nostrils</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My second photo set up. Super safe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me on climb four</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BBQ at the refugio in Cajon de Maipo. It's midnight. We haven't eaten dinner. We're starving....<br />
From the left: Fernando our Chilean climbing buddy and guide for the day couple I don't know...<br />
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</tbody></table>Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-48929494565025773742011-01-10T13:21:00.000-08:002011-01-10T13:21:08.795-08:00More about El Quisco...and how to avoid potentially dangerous situations while travellingWhen we arrived in El Quisco famished, fatigued, and ready for a siesta we got in to a taxi with a man representing habitaciones for 24000 pesos a night (this is about 50USD) for three people. It sounded good. We would have our own Cabana with a kitchen and a private bathroom. Perfect, right? Nooooooo.<div><br />
</div><div>This is what we arrived to:</div><div><br />
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</div><div>In retrospect, this was a good move. Our friends that we met down here had a fire in their home just yesterday. Josephine, an adorable blonde Swedish girl, was lighting her ancient stove and it exploded. She and her friend Jerry were not seriously hurt, but she lost her eyebrows and some hair and Jerry and her feet were badly burned by gas that ignited on the floor. The house was mostly destroyed and she lost all of her clothes. </div><div><br />
</div><div>You never know what is going to happen! At least we weren't in Arizona.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Moving right along to happier things, here is the beautiful hostel we moved to after getting our money back at the dive.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast? Perfect.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Oh yeah, and this place was 21000 pesos a night and included breakfast. If you can get past the sounds of the father with dementia (we thought there was passionate lovemaking going on at first...very awkward moment with the women running the place that was hopefully lost in translation) and the sounds of screaming children coming from the carnival down the street, then you can enjoy the sound of the waves while eating breakfast on the veranda in the morning.<br />
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</div>Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-5789298441900668292011-01-10T13:01:00.000-08:002011-01-10T13:01:04.122-08:00Isla NegraI forgot a few details in my last post so I will update and then tell all about my adventures this weekend.<br />
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While we were in El Quisco we took a short trip to Isla Negra to visit one of the quirky homes of the great Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Throughout our time in El Quisco (all 3 days worth) Emma, Ildi, and I took turns being sick. Isla Negra was my day to feel the pains of travel. Despite this, we enjoyed the home very much. Sort of...<br />
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Getting to Isla Negra is quite easy from El Quisco. We took a collectivo (which is a sort of taxi that fills up with as many people as possible) for around 2USD a person and made the 10 minute drive down the coast to the small town surrounding Pablo Neruda's house. For the most part, this town is entirely driven by tourism for Neruda. The driver dropped us off at the street and we walked down dirt roads to the museumesque home. Although the sun was shining brightly through the ozone layer hole, the intense winds made it quite brisk. Neruda's house is situated on black rocks looking out over the Pacific and it is also here that him and his wife are buried. You can only see the house with a tour that I blocked out of my mind. I avoid tours as a rule and this one was the epitome of why I despise them. All the lady talked about was when Neruda bought all of the things in his house (there is a lot) and there was nowhere to sit when I started to feel my lunch rising up through my stomach. Awesome! On top of that, no pictures are allowed. It is cool to say I have been there, but I think money can be spent better on other things. Such as a bicycle wine tour outside of Santiago.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ildi and I 'bundled up' for the winds in front of Isla Negra</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pablo Neruda's ship that never made it in to the water because he was afraid of the ocean (although he loved it...)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from Neruda's bedroom. One of the only photos allowed inside the house</td></tr>
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</div>Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-75748572987028881392011-01-08T04:56:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:56:30.094-08:00Cajon del MaipoBack in Santiago, for a moment. A lot has happened since the last post. We went climbing in Cajon del Maipo and spent a day in Santiago visiting Santa Lucia y El Mercado Central. I also have some pictures to upload. I actually have about 300, but I will spare you all and put up some highlights.<br />
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Cajon del Maipo was so wonderful that I am returning shortly for another day of climbing. The rock is high quality volcanic rock with fun pockets and knobs. A local with a refugio in Manzano showed us around and made sure that we didn't have to think at all about which climbs to go to or how to get to them. This is good because I still can't even say the name of the crag that we were at. We got Ildi, Emma, and Henrik up on the rock. Henrik ran up in his hiking shoes, Ildi tapped into her inner Hungarian and overcame her fear of heights, and Emma realized that she in fact is the one with the fear of heights. I am scraped up and sunburnt and heading back for some trad climbing this afternoon.<br />
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Ildi left for Boston last night so we ran around Santiago trying to see everything she wanted to see before leaving. We visited Santa Lucia, the hill on which Santiago was founded, before finding our way to Mercado Central to say hello to some fishermen. I liked Santa Lucia mostly because it is high enough to give a good view of the city and it's built into columar joints. Que rico!<br />
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I also had lunch with my friend Alvaro (of Katmai fame) and we made plans for me to meet him in Chaiten in mid-February. A week of geology and climbing around a lava dome on an active volcano - perfecto.<br />
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I am short on time, but I'll throw some pictures in for you all to enjoy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saying goodbye to Bear in LA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dulce de Leche ice cream in Santiago - yum</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bellavista market has really cool locally made jewelry and crafts that aren't too expensive</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chorrillenas in Valparaiso - the epitome of Chilean cuisine</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing Kings in Vina del Mar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cafe Journal, Vina del Mar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma and I in Valparaiso</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Years fireworks on our roof in Vina del Mar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La Playa in Reneca</td></tr>
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We made it to las dunas in Concòn yesterday were we got to run around amongst the New Years trash and enjoy the view of the ocean. The weather was so-so unfortunately and it wasn´t until much later that we got some sunshine. Martin, Thea, Henrik, Emma, Ildi and I walked from the dunes to a wonderful restaurant in Reñaca that was built into the cliffs overlooking the bay. The waves were huge! I am going to go out on a limb and say they were somewhere around ten feet or bigger with an impressive undertow. We ate mariscos (ceviche y otros) while basking in the sunshine listening to the waves. Later that evening we taught everyone Kings and listened to American music at a bar called Cafè Journal in Viña del Mar. Martin enjoyed Kings so much he requested a game played with tea at breakfast. Successful dispersion of American drinking games - check!<br />
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From Viña del Mar we made it safely via micro and Pullman bus to El Quisco, a popular and beautiful beach town to the south of Valparaiso. Along the way we say another Pullman bus with the rear end crushed by a semi and people being taken out on stretchers and another that was a burnt out shell on the side of the road. Then we found out our seatbelts were broken. Whoo! That aside, we´re fine! The earthquake didn´t phase us this far north and despite the universal love-hate relationship with foreigners towards Americans, all is well.<br />
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Ah yes, and we have seen focas (seals) playing in the waves and leones marinos (sea lions) chilling in the waves on rocks outside Reñaca. I am getting a warm-up in Spanish names for animals. The next couple of weeks will be spent with Emma visiting beach towns to interview fisherman for the most part. We are going back to Santiago Wednesday night so that we can go to Cajon del Maipo (and climb!!!) on Thursday before Ildi takes off for Boston on Friday.<br />
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Until next time, paz y amor.Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-60319493528542455422011-01-01T16:21:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:46:52.031-08:00Prospero Año Nuevo!Happy New Year everyone! I hope that everyone had as good a night as we all did in Vina del Mar. Disregard the poor Spanish, Emma´s keyboard is set for Swedish. After my last post Ildi, Emma, and I proceded to drink wine, beer, rum, and pisco until 3 in the morning. Meanwhile, I managed to lose the key to our appartment. It was far too late to call Beatriz for a new key so we hailed another cab to crash at Henrik´s house.<br />
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We are quickly learning that Chile time is just as slow as the rest of Latin America. Beatriz was supposed to meet us at 10 with the key so that we could pack, clean up the appartment, and catch our bus to Valpo at 12. She showed at five past eleven. We had twenty minutes to throw our things together and made our bus with only five minutes to spare. In Valpo we had issues with our taxi driver (we did not throw up in his cab) calling Emma gringita and arguing with us about the price of our cab. Huevon chill. Needless to say, our hole in the wall hostel (it has no name nor sign) was very welcome. <br />
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By about six we were ready to explore Valpo, after a `quick`meal at the vegetarian restaurant across the street. Our hostel was up on the hill on the way to Pablo Nerudo´s house. Everything in Valpo is colorful stacked and kinda stinky. There were people everywhere. We ran into a guy we took a picture with in Santiago (he had an Alpha Phi shirt on ... obvi), but otherwise there was nothing to wild. We did find this amazing restaurant called El Mastadonte that had dinosaurs on the wall. It was very Chilean and we had our first Chorrillano with lomo liso. This is a huge...gigantic pile of french fries with marinated flank steak, eggs, sauteed onions, and loads of cheese. I can not exagerate the deliciousness of this pile of food. YUM<br />
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The next day we made our way to Viña del Mar were we split an appartment with Thea, Martin, y Henrik for New Years (we will be here until Monday). Last night was a little insane. The PG version is that we partied on the roof with a bunch of grandpas and grandmas (one of whom kept taking pictures of us...) while watching the fireworks over the bay. The fireworks are set off from Valparaiso to Reñaca and are all syncronised. The show was beautiful. We were up until 4 again, but went to bed slightly sober and very content.<br />
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Today I finally got to see Black Swan. I never want to see that frightening movie again. Dear GOD.<br />
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Tomorrow we are going back to Reñaca for swimming, sunbathing, rolling down sand dunes and helping Emma interview some fisherman.<br />
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Again, Prospero Año amigos!Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-91602457287982704852010-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:002010-12-29T10:33:03.361-08:00Estamos en Chile!We all made it safely to Santiago! My flights were all early (and Ildi´s too) and the connexion in Bogota was smooth as silk. Lots of policia y perros in the airport. We are staying in a sweet little apartment in Santiago for the night. It has 3 beds, a kitchenette, and a balcony (pictures coming soon!). Our bus to Valpo leaves at noon tomorrow and the party begins shortly after. The sunshine party begins at 3am, is punctuated by naptime, and ends with a pool party. Dare I say this will be fun?<br />
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I am hopefully that the jetlag wears off before tonight, but if not, it should be cleared after going for drinks with some of Emma´s Chilean friends. So far, Santiago boasts many not so tall, but definitely dark and handsome men. If you´re in the market for the 5´8 -5´10 range and lots of gorgeous brown hair, this might be the place for you. The fashion es interesado - lots of patterns! Kelley you might be in heaven here.<br />
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Paz y amor .... for now :)Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-2479052573243657402010-12-27T21:39:00.000-08:002010-12-27T21:39:17.846-08:00Taking off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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I'm finally down to the final hours before my flight to Santiago. My grad school applications are done, my bag is packed, and there is nothing more to do besides sleep and drive to LAX. The past week has been crazy with Christmas and a spur of the moment trip to Joshua Tree. My dream is finally becoming a reality.<br />
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I meet up with Emma and Ildi in Santiago and then we head to Valpo on Friday for New Years. If the past and the chain of emails we've been sharing portend anything it will prove to be one hell of a party. So, here we go!Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144103968754353170.post-73541765449671152852010-12-18T15:57:00.000-08:002010-12-18T16:36:11.783-08:00... and so it beginsIt is my last day in Santa Barbara. The move is bittersweet, but the sweetness overpowers the bitterness in the end. I am finally going to devote myself to the pursuit of my own personal legend and the desires of my own heart. I can only know if I am capable of living out this crazy life if I jump in head first with a one-way ticket to Santiago. Okay, there are other ways I could find out, but I have probably tried most of them. Now, car-less and (relatively) free of responsibilities, I head south in search of my soul amongst the volcanoes, lakes, and beaches of South America. Here we go!Adrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16211392825318625942noreply@blogger.com2