south america

Sorry for the break in transmission – we´ve had some internet connection issues at our latest hostel in Buenos Aires but everything should be back to normal tomorrow.

Of course we haven´t been idle: since my last post we´ve had another night in Santiago before flying to Buenos Aires, where as I´m typing this it´s approaching midnight on our fourth night here. Lots of walking-sightseeing, a football game, a fire, theatre (in Spanish about a French icon), reading, relaxing and loads of food. Believe the hype: Argentine beef really is divine.

Still to come: more Buenos Aires, Montevideo and Colonia in Uruguay, and then another stay in Valpo because we just can´t get enough 😀

Our lodgings in Valparaiso, Hostal Caracol, get better and better. Not only is it a completely relaxing and tranquil place, for the past two nights we have had it all to ourselves…
http://www.hostalcaracol.cl/

Yesterday was a total rest day: sleeping in late, self-cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast using some of the finest bacon I have ever seen, reading Haruki Murakami in bed for hours while Joel went clothes shopping, watching the movie Blood Diamond on DVD, dinner at the cafe 30 metres down the street, another movie, then bed.

I´m feeling very fresh today, ready for our return to Santiago so we can fly to Buenos Aires tomorrow!

Look to the distance in almost any direction in world heritage listed Valparaiso and you will see a magnificent vista of many coloured houses cascading down the dozens of hills that surround this city. Look to your feet and you will see numerous deposits from the hundreds of dogs that inhabit its streets.

We had noticed a number of apparently stray dogs in Santiago, sometimes wandering the streets but usually sleeping in the sun wherever they could. But they are even more common in Valpo and they make it a serious challenge to keep your shoes clean. But it´s a price worth paying, as Valparaiso is much nicer and more relaxed than the capital as well as being exceptionally beautiful. Composed of 40-odd hills surrounding a broad bay with a large working port and naval base, simply wandering the streets with a camera in hand is the best way to explore. Some highlights so far:

– Watching Chile play Venezuela in a World Cup soccer qualifier on Saturday night. Football is a national obsession here and this was an important game, so I wanted to watch the locals enjoy it in their element. Firstly from a low-rent beer barn which attracted lots of working class 20-somethings, then later from a cool bar-restaurant which attracted a more mature crowd. Both groups were prone to chanting¨”Chi-Chi-Chi, Lay-Lay-Lay”, which judging some of the cringes I saw is the local equivalent of “aussie-aussie-aussie, oi oi oi!!”

– Being forced to have several beers at historic bar-restaurant Cinzano at the base of Cerro Allegre, because there was noone at our hostel to check us in when we arrived. With a solo singer on guitar playing a fine mix of local folk music and Beatles covers, it wasn´t such a bad delay at all… going out at midnight later that night to watch younger singer-guitarists croon more modern songs in a packed hall until the wee hours.

– Checking into our main accomodation in Valpo, Hostal Coracol. Unlike the previous night´s temporary stay in another place due to a booking mixup, Coracol was always going to be a highlight and it far exceeds expectations. Located on the quiet Cerro Bellavista, it has a huge wood-panelled lounge area with fireplace, bright and airy kitchen and best of all a leafy outdoor courtyard in which you can really relax. We even cooked a meal in the kitchen last night rather than go out, and as we almost had the place to ourself we took the time to get up to date with various internet tasks.

– After an early morning ramble through Cerro Artilleria at the western edge of the city today, walking into a small cafe for drinks and possibly some food. The place was empty, and some time after haltingly ordering a couple of soft drinks and moving to the upstairs room a youngish woman came upstairs and spoke to us in english. The owner downstairs had woken her up and called her into work – just to talk to us and take our orders! She explained she was very tired as she´d worked the night before until 5am, which begged the question why would they bother opening again the next morning? But the service was good and we had some freshly cooked burgers which were perfect for that moment. And of course tipped generously for the unintended loss of our waiter´s slumber…

I´m having some trouble inserting photos into blog posts, for the moment you can check out the photos from this trip here:

http://picasaweb.google.com/damienm/SouthAmerica2009#

Early to bed means early to rise, so we were up and about at dawn on our first full day in Santiago. Our guidebook suggested a walking route past lots of key points of interest so that was our plan for the morning. Hopefully the afternoon would look after itself, and it did: we had a perfect day.

Most points on the walking tour were only mildly interesting, but it did help help us get our bearings in this flat and very walkable city. The highlight was visiting one of only two un-flat areas of town, Cerro San Lucia, a small and beautifully landscaped rocky outcrop of a park with spectacular views from its summit. Although it was overcast and smoggy we could still see a fair way into the distance as the pics below show, and the steep climb to the top made it feel like we´d earnt them.

After an indifferent but cheap lunch we went hunting for authentic local crafts, wandering through the beautiful La Starria and Belles Artes areas immediately north of Cerro San Lucia. Not finding anything of interest we crossed the river to Bellavista, an area known for its nightlife but which also houses some local craft markets and shops. And while walking east through Bellavista it happened: the sky cleared fully and we could suddenly see the white peaks of the Andes that had been hidden by clouds since we´d arrived. Awesome to look at and seemingly very close, though they are actually dozens of kilometres away.

Returning to Bellas Artes mid-afternoon, Joel spied an intriguing bar and led us into it. What a find: the modestly-lit pub had several small wood-panelled walls covered with artifacts, objects, posters and photographs of all sorts, comfy dark wooden tables and chairs that invited conversation, and we spent a couple of hours there deep in chat. We later discovered it is mentioned in the guidebook as worthy destination, which it certainly is!

After a brief trip back to the hostel to drop off our cameras and freshen up, we went to a famously popular beef restaurant called “Las Vacas Gordas” (The Fat Cows) only a short walk away. Always busy, this place offers steak in more than 30 different ways and can cook them good. Despite not having a booking we were seated quickly and both opted for T-bone with mash, a simple option that was not out-of-this world but was certainly good washed down with a bottle of local red.

By now it was well into the night, but we still decided to drop in on the hostel´s bar for a drink or two. And got chatting to a group of Australian women, and the group swelled, and the drinks flowed, and then somehow it was 4am. We were woken by a cleaner at 11.30 the next morning who pointed out we´d left our keys in the bedroom door… after breakfast and an attempt at using the internet I had to go back to bed for the day, Joel went on a shopping expedition but also retired after a couple of hours. We surfaced about 8pm and headed off to the suburb of Providencia for a late dinner at a supposedly British-themed pub, seeking familiar food and a small dose of non-Spanish life for a few hours. Apart from a couple of faded posters there was nothing British about the place at all, however it was relaxing and tasty with friendly service from an english-speaking waitress. Very little beer was had that night.