Posts Tagged ‘Chile’
Fjording
For lunch we stopped in at a lonely restaurant on the side of the sea and ate the largest portions of lamb on a bone I have ever seen, and drank a Pisco Solo, which is alcohol made from grapes in two fermentaion processes, the first making the lower grade aguardiente. During lunch is also where I met another wonderful young Chilean couple, also in the picture above. They told me, among many other things, that the average professional income in Chile is about $1,000 per month, they pay 10% income taxes and the equivalent of 19% sales tax on EVERY type of service or product bought within Chile. Luckily for tourists this fee is waived.
From here I will let the pictures do the talking, but I would recommend to anyone thinking of traveling down here to make half of your trip among the mountains, seas and glaciers of Patagonia…if not in Chile then in Argentina (it´s much cheaper).
Package Me Up
I would highly recommend traveling to Patagonia and taking a few tours of the region, it is truly a majestic place (not so much the towns as the scenery). But you had better hurry, as I hear the hole in the ozone is still expanding. The ozone, which deters most of the harmful, cancer causing, sunburning UV rays from the sun, has been deteriorated to a large extent, reaching up Southern Chile. We can all thank a guy named Thomas Midgley Jr., who invented CFCs that were used in the U.S. as a refrigerant -later to be banned, but still in use throughout the world. CFCs have a direct effect on tearing up the Ozone, which I have been told is only a few inches thick when healthy. From personal experience on the tour through the park I must say that you can definitely and immediately feel the effect. If you have ever been burned at the beach and are on the drive home, but don´t quite feel the burn yet – however you feel that you may have been burnt…thats about what it feels like. It´s very strong and will start burning you at about 10 times the normal rate (for red-heads this can be deadly). Above I will post a buch of pictures of the park, within the next day or two.
3rd World Charms and Much More
-The car that drives around the city with speakers attached at the top, all the while blasting at maximum volume the dreams of a local candidate
-The guy that ceases to stop calling out “Heladooooo” while steadily criss-crossing the beach selling popsicles and icecream.
-The pre-mixed vendor stand coffee that makes you jokingly ask the vendor if you can possibly have some more coffee with your sugar.
-The tendancy for a local to ignore the decomposition rate of a plastic bottle as he nonchalantly tosses it off a cliff and into the ocean.
-The roaming packs of purebred dogs that roam the streets, which americans regularly pay hundreds of dollars for in the U.S.
-The fact that if you are from a latin american country, you are most likely expected to take your ENTIRE family with you whenever you go on a vacation. Including parents and grandparents…everywhere.
-Nescafe, just can´t seem to get away from it.
Parachutist Championship of The World
Noche Valdiviana
Validation in Valdivia
Tomorrow night is La Noche Valdiviana, where over 10,000 boats are supposed to float by on the river with fireworks and music and all around celebration. This is the reason why I stayed here for two weeks, Please don´t let me down Valdivia.
Chilean Culture
An interesting detail about pricing down here: if you want a smaller house in a nicer neighborhood and good quality construction …$40,000 to buy. A two acre plot of land on the cliffs overlooking a nice beach (in a well traveled area where pricing is inflated)…$200,000. If you want to rent a pretty nice and small house in a nice neighborhood…$400 or less per month. Whereas a poorly cooked plate of scrambled eggs with a cup of the steaming instant coffee Nescafe…$8.00
The book´s cover hides the story within
Last night I came out of my shell and went out in Niebla to find where the constant blare of music was coming from. Since I have not traveled alone before I have found it harder to get out of my comfort zone. But last night I discovered two things, the first being a mere 600 yards from my cabaña. Another festival square that contained more artesans, food stands and a huge lit and amped stage where live performances have been going on, apparently, for the last 52 days without interruption. Its like a miniature Woodstock right here in my backyard! Local and regional musicians travel from all over the country to play at the shows here in town. Mainly classical guitarists and a mix of Mapuche fluitists and some pretty incredible singers. They all involve the crowd and get people to sing parts of the songs and participate in competitions on stage. It was a blast! The only thing missing of course was Kirsten. As I had predicted everyone in the audience was a couple except for about three people (I know because at one point the announcer asked those that were single to raise their hands). Last night I also discovered that, as my father had suggested, the Chilean people are just more shy than in other countries. I found that if I offered an hola or buenas to people passing by – instead of just an awkward smile- they would respond back the same and smile too. Apparently they seem delighted that some strange alien would offer to greet them in their language instead of acting mute.
This can also be a problem here in communicating with the locals. I have found that if you go out of your way to talk to someone that, in fact they are delighted to speak to you, and in such case will talk with an extreme rapidity that you will be lucky if you can pick out even two discernable words. Usually I will then respond with a ´¿como?´ or what? And I have found that the older women are more responsive to this question than are the men. Men will just repeat what they said at sometimes an even more incredible speed than before, as I assume a blank expression on my face. Women however, seem to realize that I may not fully understand what is being said and so will offer the delivery of words in a much slower way. At this point I realize that it´s not so much the speed that is impairing my ability to understand, but it´s the language itself. Chileans do not speak spanish. They speak Chilean. Which is of course a derrivitive of spanish but intertwined with a vast amount of cultural expressions, pronunciations, and abbreviations. Good lord, I thought eventually I would be able to perfect my spanish, but down here it represents a whole new set of challenges. (My appologies for all of the misspelled words, as constantly taking in the spanish language seems to be altering my sense of spell.)
Something is growing on me…
The Cold Shoulder
And here´s a link to the disaster that it created:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinochet
Anyways the point being that the Americans screwed up, I am an American, and so forever I will be looked upon with slightly less comforting eyes in foreign lands.
Other than that I have booked the rest of my trip and in a week and a half I leave for the southernmost area in South America, Punta Arenas. – I splurged and signed up for a trip that goes into a national park to see glaciers, Guanacos (a form of wild llamas) caves, big mountains, a boat trip through fjords with more glaciers, penguin colony visiting, whale watching, and even a stop on a small farm for lunch with a huaso – or local cowboy. Now knowing my history with ´what you see isn´t necessarily what you get´ I am a little concerned, but nonetheless excited to see the mystical land of the south!
The Cabaña and a little story for you
Answer: Nescafe – Instant coffee dominator of the world.
I was in fact looking for real coffee, as Nescafe has the tendancy to create caffeine addicts with just two cups. After pausing and staring at the Nescafe aisle for at least ten minutes, I spotted them, the imposters as they are known here, or the real coffee beans as we commonly refer to them as in the US. They were crammed into the corner, all six bags of them, partly hidden behind Nescafe advertisements and posters.
If you have ever lived in Boulder in the Summer, you will have most definitely heard the loud wailing sirens once a week in the summer. They are used as a tornado warning system, but usually only as a test. Well, having this knowledge, my first night in the cabaña in Niebla at about 12 at night a very similar and provocative warning siren went off. The kind you might hear if say…possibly…a sunami were comming? Being no more than 200 yards directly from the coast, this invoked a little bit of curiosity in me. Specifically the fact that it was pitch dark, there wasn´t anybody around to ask what the hell was happening and the sounds of approaching police sirens slowly added to the wailing. Looking out my window I didn´t notice anybody rushing out their doors and into the hills, or bundling up kids and screaming for Dios (god) to save them. So…I sat there and accepted my fate, which turned out to be sleep, because it was late. I later learned that the siren goes off everday at 12 in the afternoon as a test, and any other time it will go off because there is a fire somewhere, hence the approaching sirens.
Where wine is cheaper than water
After I posted the blog yesterday I took a bus out to Niebla. This is a small and fairly beautiful town out on a point where the river meets the sea. There´s a huge fortress out there from colonial times, and big beach – which I have not seen yet. My luck turned for the better out in Niebla…I found a cabaña. A cabaña if I haven´t mentioned before is like a small cabin with bathroom, a counter , sink, refrigerador, stove and bed. The reason I keep looking for these is that you can cook yourself breakfast and avoid the $10 or so at a restaurant for mediochre eggs with one small slice of toast and water. Also – there is more room in a cabaña so you dont feel as claustrophobic. I rented one at Cabañas del Rey, which is about a few hundred yards from the beach access. There is a much better feeling out there than Valdivia. It´s quiet, clean and the people I met seem friendly.
On a final note: you know that feeling you get when you are at a restaurant and you think you know what you ordered, but then out comes a plate of raw oysters and mussels doused in vinegar and lemon juice, and the waiter stands a few tables away trying to act occupied, but he keeps looking over to see if you have taken a bite?
Best Airline Sandwich Award…Sky Airlines Chile
Yesterday I had the fortunate experience of flying down to Valdivia (1 hour 15 minutes) versus by bus (11 hours) and only paying about 50% more than the bus fare. Typically I would not do something like this, but only a few days earlier I had traveled for 20 + hours to get to chile and so sitting on a bus for another 11 without any sleep did not seem too appealing.
I also had an unfortunate experience…my arrival in Valdivia. Picture this, I had been researching this town and looking at pictures for months before my trip. I was very, very excited to get here, but upon arrival into the town I started to notice some discrepencies between the photos I had seen and reality. Apparently there is a trick used in photography, or video that depends on the angle you shoot your subject. Say for instance, just for an example, hypothetically speaking, there is graffitti and trash everywhere you look. Now, you don´t necessarily want that to be portrayed in your photo so you would then proceed to choose an angle that would not show the trash. But then, as you look for more places to take pictures you notice that most of the area has trash and graffitti, so you then decide to only go to certain areas of town that are more pleasant and photograph them over and over from different angles. – This is basically what happened. Valdivia is not the place I had hoped it to be. However it is a nice little town next to two rivers, but it´s noisy, busy, a bit dirty, and very touristy. Not to sound too petty about these things, but I have done a bit of traveling in the third world and have experienced much worse- the problem is that I was expecting sooooo much more. This combined with the fact that it is the high season for chilean tourism, so all of the nicer spots are booked to the max for the next month. So…I am left with the cheaper ($32 a night) dorm style hostel with shared bathroom.
This is the other thing I have noticed. Chile seems to be a country of modern conveniences, but with third world appearance and at a considerably expensive price.
My plan for now is to stay here for two weeks until the “Noche Valdiviana” – a gigantic festival, the biggest of the year, held in the center of town and out on the rivers. Then I will find myself a glacier. Good news will be on the way, it can only get better from here.
Two Teachings of Chile..or three
2. The hardest thing to do in Chile, I have noticed very early on, is not speaking their local version of spanish…or simply trying to make a local call…or blending in when you are a redhead amongst a sea of brunettes……its flagging down your waiter to pay the bill at a restaurant. Heres some great advice NEVER ask for an extra minute to look at the menu for your server will avoid eye-contact with you until you wither away from dehydration.
I arrive, I pay, I sleep long time
The next day I decided to ignore my alarm and awoke at 1230, just in time for the most important meal of the day, almuerzo. I sped my way down a large footmall where thousands of Chilenos crisscrossed and countercrossed their way around me. This is the New York/Paris of South America…really, cobblestone streets, cafes everywhere, and ancient colonial architecture scattered throughout. On my way to find lunch I was offered a prostitute, given a glimpse of a {Cafe con piernas} – a cafe with legs literally, and noticed a large green grassy hill park filled with enormous trees and passionate lovers. In fact lovers of all sorts scattered their amor in a somewhat peculiar yet organized fashion amongst the benches, lawns and discreet corners. Lovers of all ages and of all sexual preferences seemed to be attracted to this hill. So, I thought I would give it a shot, not with the lovers, but with the hill. What made this hill so magical and endearing? I climbed, twisted, tangled and tried my way to the top where an incredible view of the city lay before me. Wow, Santiago is immense, enormous, gigantisimo! I am glad I found my little section of comfort. Oh yeah -also on my itinerary today, I was the subject of fun for a local street performing joker, I met an interesting older fellow that worked for the paper who takes 3D photos of things and looks at them for fun in his spare time, I felt like the equivalent of a two year old speaking spanish AND I made it back to the hotel safely to tell you this story. Thanks for reading…
