I arrived in Puerto Montt after a 12 hour bus ride from Santiago, fairly draining but nothing I couldn´t handle. I had an hour only of waiting time for transfer, so I searched for a restaraunt, but nothing was open on Sunday at 10 in the morning. I ended up buying a bit of groceries at a supermarket, bread and cheese, yogurt, chips, peanuts, and a liter of beer to relax on the tail end of my long journey. I crossed over into the Argentinean border around 230 in the afternoon, arriving in Bariloche around 530 in the evening. The drive there was stunning, through the lake district of Argentina, surrounded by beautiful, soaring mountains and gorgeous vistas.
Bariloche was beautiful, a scenic little ski town nestled at the banks of one of the giant lakes in the region. It was indeed, truly, Lord of the Rings type scenery as my friend had promised me. My hostel, Patanuk Guesthouse, was right on the lake as well, with a fantastic view of all the mountains around across the giant lake. I immediately put myself into travel mode, where I just talk to everyone and as many people as possible. Especially traveling by yourself, this is something you just have to do if you dont want to do everything alone. I met a group of Australian guys, who were actually there working, which I was jealous about. They were going out to dinner though, so I started talking to a woman sitting by herself drinking yerba mate by the window. Eugenia was a 30 year old real estate agent in Buenos Aires, down in Bariloch for holiday, who I shared a couple drinks of piscola with (Argentineans do not drink piscola the same way we did in Chile, it is virtually nonexistent in the country as far as I can tell).
She went to sleep for a while, but I stayed awake for some reason and mingled a little more. Met a couple of reallly cool French people, Stephan and his girlfriend Sandrine, and his friend Sebastian. The hostel was quiet though, at one point me being the only person there. She got up at around 1130, introduced me to her traveling companian Ariel, and the three of us cooked some pasta for dinner. We went out to explore the town that night, but nothing much seemed to be going on. I could have been down for a loud club next to our hostel, but since I was with two 30 year olds, they didnt seem to be interested which was fine with me. We ended up back at the hostel around 3, and I went to sleep exhausted from the poor sleep on the bus the night before.
The next morning I woke up vaguely early, since Stephan and Sandrine had been talking about going to Cerro Catedral, the nearby mountain, to check out some skiing. I wasnt sure whether I wanted to tag along, but ended up going, since I figured I might as well. The bus ride was only 5 pesos or something anyways, like just over 1 USD, compared to the 22 dollar roundtrip bus we took in Chile. Unfortunately the conditions were not that good that day, although it was generally a letdown anyways after Chile.
As someone explained to me, the Andes in Argentina are more of the foothills whereas Chile has the real mountains, as I noted the difference myself. Chile had no trees whatsoever, Bariloche had a large amount of green vegetation on the slopes. Either way, there was a lot of rain and wind on top of the mountain, so only two lifts were open and the mountain was closing early, so I opted not to spend well over a hundred bucks on this. The town at the bottom was nice, a European style conglomerate of ski shops and restaraunts, so I stopped in one that looked promising and ordered a beer and pizza. It was my first introduction to Chilean beer, as I ordered a Quilmes, the local Argentinean beer. The Cristal, which I had, was smooth and light but quite tasty, no complaints on my part. After lunch, I embarked on a short hike up the mountain, to a viewpoint of the lake, before returning to the bus back to town.
I got back into town, checked into the hostel, and decided to walk to the bus station to buy my ticket for Buenos Aires the next evening. The lady at the hostel must have been playing games with me, since she told me no worries, the station is only like 10, maybe 12 blocks away...I ended up walking almost 3 miles there, it was by no means a short walk. However, it was all across the lake, and I got a much better feel for the area on foot, so I ultimately really enjoyed it. My two tickets, from Bariloche to Buenos Aires then from BA to Iguazu, cost 150 dollars total, at the top level class, and traveling thousands of miles, so quite reasonable overall. On the way back, I detoured to a Paleontological museum, basically a collection of trees along the beach of the lake, quite nice.
Dinner was at an Italian restaraunt across the street, I got fried mozzerala with tomato sauce and a spaghetti with four cheese sauce, and a big liter of beer, all for around 25 dollars USD including tip. And this was a fancy restaraunt. Damn Argentina is cheap. I had another easy night, playing cards with the French people and falling asleep fairly early, I was tired from the long day.
The next day was my last in Bariloche, so I set off to hit the town center, to get some food and do a little shopping. I bought a couple t-shirts at one of the first couple shops I found, 15 bucks total for the 2 of them. Lunch was potato gnocchi with a four cheese sauce, following the pasta trend, quite tasty, at a popular local Irish pub. In the afternoon when I came back, I felt like burning, so I spun fire on the beach of the lake, against the beautiful scenery. There was a video taken of me spinning even, quite fun despite the daylight and absence of darkness. I set off shortly afterwards for my bus, 20 hours to Buenos Aires.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Last couple nights of Santiago
Thursday was an interesting lecture on a nonprofit organization that helped fund local businesses in the area, as well as other countries in Latin America and Europe. It was interesting, but I couldnt focus again, with my impending graduation in about 24 hours. That day, I ran a couple more errands and took care of a couple things, but unfortunately missed the highlight of the day, an optional business meeting. It was a shame, it seemed really interesting, it was a guy that went to Harvard, started a couple businesses, worked with Microsoft, moved back to Chile, and is now basically working on the cure for cancer. Again, another really interesting moment that I missed due to personal laziness. Cest lavie...
That evening, we had to go out, of course, and ended up back at Subterraneo, since it was such a good time the first round. I wasnt feeling it though, all the dancing and grinding made me miss my girlfriend this time, and I ended up putting myself into a bad mood and leaving kind of early. I managed to get in touch with my girlfriend that night, and to make things worse we had a slight disagreement, so I went to bed even unhappier.
The next day was my last day of college as an undergraduate! I left class slightly early, just to celebrate, and things seemed to be improving. I talked to my girl, straightened things out, and treated myself to a fantastic meal - walked downtown 15 minutes or so to an Indian restaraunt, it was fantastic, I ordered spicy shrimp red curry, with jasmine rice, aloo paratha (potato bread with spices), and an order of samosas. It was a bit pricy, totalling over 30 dollars for my single meal, but well worth the money and effort. I fell into a bit of a food coma afterwards, but definitely in a good way.
That evening, we were scheduled to meet at 7 at Valentinas house, our tour guide for the month. It was a great, intimate party, much more special then if we had rented out a club or restaraunt, and much more fun. Anny was pleased with the drawing I had spent a long time preparing for her, which made me happy. I brought over a limited edition bottle of Pisco for the evening, at a whopping ten bucks! haha, which dissapeared rapidly along with most of the other drinks. Annys family came, I got a chance to play guitar and piano for her mom, as well as comp on the acoustic for some singalongs with the whole group. I even spun fire for the group in Valentinas backyard, which the group seemed to be impressed by. The Chilean people couldnt stop telling me what an artist I was, between my fire poi, music, and art. Hard life, being complimented so much, they were extremely gracious gente. The night closed with some traditional Chilean folk tunes, as well as Latin classics like Guantanamera, etc...A fun, awesome evening, great way to close the trip. A couple people were thinking about going out later, but by the time we got back to the hotel it was 3 AM and everyone was pretty drunk already.
The next day was my last with the group, which I had mixed feelings about, but I was ready to get off and do my own thing. We packed, I hit the gym one last time, and got ready for their 430 shuttle. Seeing them off, I felt a bit of a weight lifted off my shoulders, as it would no longer take 2 hours to do anything! I was finally free to wander where I wanted and do what I wanted, unrestrained by the context of traveling in a group. I hung around the hotel for a couple more hours, since Danny had gotten a room for the night, we split a pizza and watched some TV, then I said goodbye to him to. I was off for the bus terminal, to catch my 12 hour bus to Puerto Montt. Goodbye Santiago!
That evening, we had to go out, of course, and ended up back at Subterraneo, since it was such a good time the first round. I wasnt feeling it though, all the dancing and grinding made me miss my girlfriend this time, and I ended up putting myself into a bad mood and leaving kind of early. I managed to get in touch with my girlfriend that night, and to make things worse we had a slight disagreement, so I went to bed even unhappier.
The next day was my last day of college as an undergraduate! I left class slightly early, just to celebrate, and things seemed to be improving. I talked to my girl, straightened things out, and treated myself to a fantastic meal - walked downtown 15 minutes or so to an Indian restaraunt, it was fantastic, I ordered spicy shrimp red curry, with jasmine rice, aloo paratha (potato bread with spices), and an order of samosas. It was a bit pricy, totalling over 30 dollars for my single meal, but well worth the money and effort. I fell into a bit of a food coma afterwards, but definitely in a good way.
That evening, we were scheduled to meet at 7 at Valentinas house, our tour guide for the month. It was a great, intimate party, much more special then if we had rented out a club or restaraunt, and much more fun. Anny was pleased with the drawing I had spent a long time preparing for her, which made me happy. I brought over a limited edition bottle of Pisco for the evening, at a whopping ten bucks! haha, which dissapeared rapidly along with most of the other drinks. Annys family came, I got a chance to play guitar and piano for her mom, as well as comp on the acoustic for some singalongs with the whole group. I even spun fire for the group in Valentinas backyard, which the group seemed to be impressed by. The Chilean people couldnt stop telling me what an artist I was, between my fire poi, music, and art. Hard life, being complimented so much, they were extremely gracious gente. The night closed with some traditional Chilean folk tunes, as well as Latin classics like Guantanamera, etc...A fun, awesome evening, great way to close the trip. A couple people were thinking about going out later, but by the time we got back to the hotel it was 3 AM and everyone was pretty drunk already.
The next day was my last with the group, which I had mixed feelings about, but I was ready to get off and do my own thing. We packed, I hit the gym one last time, and got ready for their 430 shuttle. Seeing them off, I felt a bit of a weight lifted off my shoulders, as it would no longer take 2 hours to do anything! I was finally free to wander where I wanted and do what I wanted, unrestrained by the context of traveling in a group. I hung around the hotel for a couple more hours, since Danny had gotten a room for the night, we split a pizza and watched some TV, then I said goodbye to him to. I was off for the bus terminal, to catch my 12 hour bus to Puerto Montt. Goodbye Santiago!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Last week in Santiago!
From after Monday, time seemed to pass too quickly for my liking. I realized my days in Santiago were numbered, and there were still lots of things that I wanted to do. Also, that Tuesday, we were scheduled to go to Valparaiso, but there were two options and the one I was interested in, business, ended up being cancelled. Therefore I stayed home for the day, with the incentive of a possible rescheduling in Santiago, but to no avail. Meanwhile, the other group who went to Valparaiso ended up spending most of their day painting murals on walls!!! I was quite upset, this is something that I LOVE to do, anywhere, especially if I was given paint and a space! Teach me for being lazy and not adventurous, I missed out on what sounded like one of the most awesome times the group could have had.
Tuesday evening, we ended up only going around the corner to Flannerys, and was nothing too exciting although we got to chill in the upstairs lounge, a fun room. Wednesday was a very interesting lecture on Chiles global insertion, in social policies and the economic sense. It discussed how Chile has had to adapt and create new rules in the era post dictatorship, in following with global standards. It was very engaging, one of the most notes I had taken all month, and about which I intend to write on of my papers on.
Wednesday evening I had been invited to the house of Selene and Sandra, for a traditional Mexican style dinner. I was excited, as the prospect of burritos had been promised, as well as soy suggested, which I was curious to try and expecting it to be close to tofu. Indeed it was reminscent of tofu, but she prepared it differently, in small meatlike chunks that tasted delicious! Selene fried up a bit of mushrooms and green pepper to go with the soy, as well as a pot of cheesy rice and fried tortillas with cheese. Indeed, it was a fantastic meal, one of my favorites the entire month, and well appreciated especially with the Mexican hot sauce my gracious host provided. We had a music party afterwards, with me demonstrating how to use Soulseek, a file sharing program, and showing her a bunch of artists that I listen to. I also snagged a fair deal of Selenes music, a very interesting assortment of dub and electronica that I have been quite enjoying. After a couple cervezas (only on my part, the girls didnt drink), we walked out to the park, to find a dark spot to spin fire. Selene actually lived right next to Baquedano and the Museo where I first spun fire in Chile, ironic indeed.
Fire was spun in the park, fun as always. Afterwards, Sandra went home as she had to get up at 6, but me and Selene walked around the corner to check out a local funk group. The Funky Frescos, at the Opera Bar?, turned out to be pretty tight, they had a laid back hip hop style with a dj and bass player plus 3 MCs, they definitely had good crowd control and presence. I was really enjoying the show, when it ended after we had only been there 20 minutes or so. We ended up sticking around a little bit afterwards even, making friends with a group of local Chileans who were friendly as usual. The night was called at around 130, after a couple piscolas and cervezas, as I walked Selene home and took a cab back to Las Condes. Again, another awesome night.
Tuesday evening, we ended up only going around the corner to Flannerys, and was nothing too exciting although we got to chill in the upstairs lounge, a fun room. Wednesday was a very interesting lecture on Chiles global insertion, in social policies and the economic sense. It discussed how Chile has had to adapt and create new rules in the era post dictatorship, in following with global standards. It was very engaging, one of the most notes I had taken all month, and about which I intend to write on of my papers on.
Wednesday evening I had been invited to the house of Selene and Sandra, for a traditional Mexican style dinner. I was excited, as the prospect of burritos had been promised, as well as soy suggested, which I was curious to try and expecting it to be close to tofu. Indeed it was reminscent of tofu, but she prepared it differently, in small meatlike chunks that tasted delicious! Selene fried up a bit of mushrooms and green pepper to go with the soy, as well as a pot of cheesy rice and fried tortillas with cheese. Indeed, it was a fantastic meal, one of my favorites the entire month, and well appreciated especially with the Mexican hot sauce my gracious host provided. We had a music party afterwards, with me demonstrating how to use Soulseek, a file sharing program, and showing her a bunch of artists that I listen to. I also snagged a fair deal of Selenes music, a very interesting assortment of dub and electronica that I have been quite enjoying. After a couple cervezas (only on my part, the girls didnt drink), we walked out to the park, to find a dark spot to spin fire. Selene actually lived right next to Baquedano and the Museo where I first spun fire in Chile, ironic indeed.
Fire was spun in the park, fun as always. Afterwards, Sandra went home as she had to get up at 6, but me and Selene walked around the corner to check out a local funk group. The Funky Frescos, at the Opera Bar?, turned out to be pretty tight, they had a laid back hip hop style with a dj and bass player plus 3 MCs, they definitely had good crowd control and presence. I was really enjoying the show, when it ended after we had only been there 20 minutes or so. We ended up sticking around a little bit afterwards even, making friends with a group of local Chileans who were friendly as usual. The night was called at around 130, after a couple piscolas and cervezas, as I walked Selene home and took a cab back to Las Condes. Again, another awesome night.
Monday night sick jams
Monday or Tuesday, I forget exactly, we had a very interesting lecture on the sociopolitical order and class sytem of Santigao, which I really enjoyed as someone interested in urban planning and social order. The guest lecturer, Sabatini, I believe, showed a very interesting series of slides with pictures of ghettos around various Latin American cities, highlighting differences and approaches. One particular interesting slide showed a rich Argentinean suburban home, complete with pool and all, contrasted against a wall behind which literally hundreds of tiny shacks shared their borders with. The most interesting part of this picture was a tiny ladder he highlighted, which could have signified various things but perhaps indicated a lack of fear on the side of the rich household at least.
There was a visit to a neighborhood in Santiago that Monday afternoon, but I begged off of it because I had made plans to jam with Gonzo again at his house. I bought some more white gas, ran a couple more small errands, and took a nap, only to wake up to a traffic nightmare at 7 oclock. I had told him I would be there at 7, but I ended up being around 50 minutes late, with the difficulty I had obtaining a free cab and dealing with traffic. My friend Selene from La Serena was there, as invited to observe the jams and take photos. The jam was even better this time, a mind blowing mix of styles and genres. We went from jazz to funk to blues to swing to latin jazz to drum and bass, of which I have never really jammed on. We were playing with a really talented high school drummer kid, one of Gonzos friends, and one of the few people I have ever seen with the endurance and timing to maintain drum and bass breaks. I was playing bass at the time, keeping up a consistent and moving, pulsing bass line to drive the psychedelic keyboard swirls that Gonzo was accenting the music with on top of two sets of hand drums being played and guitar. It was impossibly fun, one of the best jam sessions of my life possibly, and certainly one of the best times I had in Chile. We toned down a lil afterwards, throwing in a little slow rock jams and some piano solo jazz from Gonzo, before absconding for dinner. By this time it was 1130, so his parents had already eaten long ago. We had excellent cheese tortollini with a creamy white tomato sauce with a little mushrooms, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Afterwards, I gave a demonstation of fire poi for Gonzo and his one friend that had remained so late, which seemed to amuse and entertain them. Selene again assisted in taking a bunch of good photos, which I have to sort through and publish. Gonzo was even kind enough to drive me home, as it was after midnight, and I walked Selene back to the bus then passed out, quite content from such a satisfying evening.
There was a visit to a neighborhood in Santiago that Monday afternoon, but I begged off of it because I had made plans to jam with Gonzo again at his house. I bought some more white gas, ran a couple more small errands, and took a nap, only to wake up to a traffic nightmare at 7 oclock. I had told him I would be there at 7, but I ended up being around 50 minutes late, with the difficulty I had obtaining a free cab and dealing with traffic. My friend Selene from La Serena was there, as invited to observe the jams and take photos. The jam was even better this time, a mind blowing mix of styles and genres. We went from jazz to funk to blues to swing to latin jazz to drum and bass, of which I have never really jammed on. We were playing with a really talented high school drummer kid, one of Gonzos friends, and one of the few people I have ever seen with the endurance and timing to maintain drum and bass breaks. I was playing bass at the time, keeping up a consistent and moving, pulsing bass line to drive the psychedelic keyboard swirls that Gonzo was accenting the music with on top of two sets of hand drums being played and guitar. It was impossibly fun, one of the best jam sessions of my life possibly, and certainly one of the best times I had in Chile. We toned down a lil afterwards, throwing in a little slow rock jams and some piano solo jazz from Gonzo, before absconding for dinner. By this time it was 1130, so his parents had already eaten long ago. We had excellent cheese tortollini with a creamy white tomato sauce with a little mushrooms, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Afterwards, I gave a demonstation of fire poi for Gonzo and his one friend that had remained so late, which seemed to amuse and entertain them. Selene again assisted in taking a bunch of good photos, which I have to sort through and publish. Gonzo was even kind enough to drive me home, as it was after midnight, and I walked Selene back to the bus then passed out, quite content from such a satisfying evening.
Aconcagua Valley and bogus Thermal Springs
Saturday, we got on the bus at 945 to the nearby Aconcagua Valley, at the base of Mt. Aconcagua, near the Argentinean border and I believe the 7th highest mountain in the world. So anyways, yeah, scenery was prettty epic. Our first stop was a local winery, at the heart of the valley, where we took a tour of the grape fields, cask storage facilities, and of course concluding with the inevitable tasting. I purchased a Gran Reserve bottle of Carmenere, a unique type of wine that is only produced in Chile and France, as a special gift. After the winery, we took the bus a short distance to the ranch, which I had been pretty excited about.
Turns out, riding horses in the desert is indeed quite awesome. It obviously took a while to saddle up 25 people especially given that most of them had not ridden horses much if ever, but eventually we all were set up. A couple of the girls in our group were given surly horses, Andreas being the meanest at scoring two kicks on the legs of two of the girls in our group. However, in general, these horses could not have been easier to control and more amiable, they were far more tame then the horses I rode in Costa Rica on my farm in 2007. I mastered my horse fairly quickly, figuring out how to turn, stop, and increase speed with ease. Once we were all acclimated, the four or five cowboys assigned to us led us along the way.
We took off on the street for a while at first, with the caballeros guiding us to the side when cars came along. I cant remember the last time I smiled so much, I was having so much fun. We eventually came to a mountain, and somehow managed to ride it all the way up along switchback trails. I even managed to take a couple pictures while riding the horse, scared for my camera of course. After the initial several hours though, an intense hunger kicked in along with dehydration from too much drinking the night before, not enough sleep, and not eating sufficiently the day before. To make things worse, we didnt end up eating until close to 430, which is a late time for lunch in anyones book I would say.
The vegetarian option was a salad, too, of which I consumed several potatos only (the rice was cold and had mayonaise, it was pretty disgusting). Lack of food and dehydration put me into a fairly bad state, in a shivery type of cold feeling even bundled up. After getting back to Santiago, I felt better though after eating a nice dinner at Pizza Hut. I didnt plan on going out that night, but I realized it was my last Saturday night in Santiago. It reminded me of the awful corny line in The Mask, where Jim Carry goes P - A - R - T - Y? Cuz I gotta!
Haha ouch...
Anyways, it turned out to be a really fun night. We hit a local club called Subterraneo, recommended to Becky as one of the best nights possible in town. It was dead at midnight, but we stuck around especially with 2 for 1 drinks and free entrance. Sure enough, the dance floor filled up around 1 and by 2 the place was bumping. As a group of more then 20, we definitely occupied our own, specific space on the dance floor, and made cutting loose easier knowing you were around 25 friends. I ended up dancing all night, drinking Caiperinhas (a Brazilian version of tequila on the rocks) and then Piscola when they stopped making the former. The lights came on around 530 AM, and I didnt even get to sleep right away, still pumped from the club.
The next morning I didnt want to, but got up at 10 AM for a Thermal Hot Springs visit. They turned out to fairly not entertaining, as they were barely warmer then a regular pool, outside, and although the sun was out it was still winter in Chile. After a bit of freezing, and trying some indoor saunas (equally as lukewarm), we gave up, waited til lunch, and called it a day afterwards. I had a quite interesting kind of layered lasagna type cake, with eggs, cheese, mushrooms and various other tasty ingredients. The day was paid for entirely by the school, so I couldnt complain that much. Got home, got some well needed sleep in preperation for the next day.
Turns out, riding horses in the desert is indeed quite awesome. It obviously took a while to saddle up 25 people especially given that most of them had not ridden horses much if ever, but eventually we all were set up. A couple of the girls in our group were given surly horses, Andreas being the meanest at scoring two kicks on the legs of two of the girls in our group. However, in general, these horses could not have been easier to control and more amiable, they were far more tame then the horses I rode in Costa Rica on my farm in 2007. I mastered my horse fairly quickly, figuring out how to turn, stop, and increase speed with ease. Once we were all acclimated, the four or five cowboys assigned to us led us along the way.
We took off on the street for a while at first, with the caballeros guiding us to the side when cars came along. I cant remember the last time I smiled so much, I was having so much fun. We eventually came to a mountain, and somehow managed to ride it all the way up along switchback trails. I even managed to take a couple pictures while riding the horse, scared for my camera of course. After the initial several hours though, an intense hunger kicked in along with dehydration from too much drinking the night before, not enough sleep, and not eating sufficiently the day before. To make things worse, we didnt end up eating until close to 430, which is a late time for lunch in anyones book I would say.
The vegetarian option was a salad, too, of which I consumed several potatos only (the rice was cold and had mayonaise, it was pretty disgusting). Lack of food and dehydration put me into a fairly bad state, in a shivery type of cold feeling even bundled up. After getting back to Santiago, I felt better though after eating a nice dinner at Pizza Hut. I didnt plan on going out that night, but I realized it was my last Saturday night in Santiago. It reminded me of the awful corny line in The Mask, where Jim Carry goes P - A - R - T - Y? Cuz I gotta!
Haha ouch...
Anyways, it turned out to be a really fun night. We hit a local club called Subterraneo, recommended to Becky as one of the best nights possible in town. It was dead at midnight, but we stuck around especially with 2 for 1 drinks and free entrance. Sure enough, the dance floor filled up around 1 and by 2 the place was bumping. As a group of more then 20, we definitely occupied our own, specific space on the dance floor, and made cutting loose easier knowing you were around 25 friends. I ended up dancing all night, drinking Caiperinhas (a Brazilian version of tequila on the rocks) and then Piscola when they stopped making the former. The lights came on around 530 AM, and I didnt even get to sleep right away, still pumped from the club.
The next morning I didnt want to, but got up at 10 AM for a Thermal Hot Springs visit. They turned out to fairly not entertaining, as they were barely warmer then a regular pool, outside, and although the sun was out it was still winter in Chile. After a bit of freezing, and trying some indoor saunas (equally as lukewarm), we gave up, waited til lunch, and called it a day afterwards. I had a quite interesting kind of layered lasagna type cake, with eggs, cheese, mushrooms and various other tasty ingredients. The day was paid for entirely by the school, so I couldnt complain that much. Got home, got some well needed sleep in preperation for the next day.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Valle Nevado and Friday night fun.
Valle Nevado was torture to begin with. I woke up at 630 AM, with only 3 hours of sleep or so, still drunk from the night before. I wasnt even the worst though, Danny came with us on the subway only to turn around when we got off, he felt too sick. Pancho, the professor´s son, was in the same boat as me, as waiting in line was agony. I blissfully drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by one of the group members vomiting next to me, a couple too many windy curves up the mountain. We gained an extraordinary amount of elevation, I believe the peak was at either 9,000 or 11,000 feet. The views were absolutely stunning, unreal vistas of untamed, wild snow and no trees whatsoever interrupting the snow due to the altitude. It was a surreal, unimaginable view, unlike anything I have ever seen before.
The price was expensive, with gear totalling 50 dollars for rental, and another 20 odd dollars for the shuttle, before even getting a lift ticket. Luckily, there was a special promotion for Entel phone users, of which Pancho had one, so we got half price lift tickets, for 32 bucks a piece instead of 64. A couple of the girls in the group managed to make friends with some Chileans in line, but I felt bad, a couple people had to just pay the full price, making the cost well over 130 dollars US total. Anyways, we all got our tickets and headed for the mountain.
I stayed on a beginner´s slope, green to be exact, for the entire day, which was very rewarding to me. I have been snowboarding at least half a dozen times, but I am consistently afraid to gain speed, and controlling my stops is a difficult thing as well. However, with persistence and caution, I slowly gained a better sense of control, focusing on areas that I felt needed improvement, such as my toe edge, and stopping better. I ended up taking 6 or 7 runs total down the mountain, which for me was a very satisfying, accomplished feeling. Lunch was expensive at the resort, but had a couple empenadas and a five dollar Red Bull to keep me going.
Swine reared its ugly head again, as a girl that I had been sitting 4 feet away from at lunch came down with symptoms as we were eating. Poor girl had paid the full amount to come, and only ended up skiing for less then a couple hours.
At the end of the day, we were treated to another magnificent, stunning view of the mountains as we wound down the hairpin turns, exhausted yet completely exhuberant. I was a little sore, in both legs and arms from falling on them, but surprisingly not as much as I had expected. Still though, sleep was nearly instant upon returning to the apartment.
Friday I woke up feeling sick and congested, to the point where I didn´t make it to class. I was too sore and had caught at least a slight cold up in the mountains, or perhaps only altitude sickness. Regardless, I would not have been able to give the lecture my full attention, and extended sleep was in order. In the afternoon, after sleeping and medicine, I felt a little better and decided to follow through with my plans for the day, being a jam session and fire spinning.
Gonzalo, my neighbor in Boston who is from Santiago, gave me directions to his house that afternoon. I took a cab over for just over 10 bucks, not bad considering I would have had to take 3 buses, and was cheap compared to anywhere in the states (It was a fairly long distance ride.) I arrived at Gonzo's house at around 6 oclock, a VERY nice house in a suburban neighborhood outside of Santiago. His family was obviously a member of the upper class here, interesting to visit one of the homes after learning so much of the sociopolitical divides and class system present in Chile. We went downstairs, to the jam room, and jammed on bass vs. piano then guitar vs. bass until more of his friends showed up. If it wasn´t obvious, the kid is a VERY talented musician by the way, so it was an absolute joy to play with him. We went through a large variety of styles and genres ranging from blues to funk to jazz to rock, before a couple of his friends arrived an hour or two later. It was Martin, whose house I had already been to, and a friend of his, Justin, who spoke flawless English and studied at Wash. Univ. in Seattle.
From there the jam really picked up. We ended up trading instruments multiple times, since I could play all the ones present (guitar, bass, piano, drums). It was one of the best times I had in Santiago, just hanging out, drinking and smoking and playing music with talented musicians. My band in Boston cannot improvise in the same manner as these kids, particularly Gonzo, a jazz trained musician who has been playing since age 4. I ultimately had to run though, since I had plans to meet my two Mexican friends from La Serena at 10. But a solid 4 hours at least had been spent jamming, and I was even invited to come back, and have dinner with his family that Monday.
I met up with Selene and Sandra, who I had talked with on the bus to the stars in La Serena, and walked back to my apartment to grab fire toys. I had a drink, as we talked about plans for the night. They were keen to check out the jazz club I had been at, but we decided after fire spinning and taking a bus, we would get there quite late and would not be worth it. We walked down to a deserted park nearby, where I set up my equipment. Prior to spinning, the wierdest photo was taken, by Selene - it was of me and Sandra, but there is a white cloud shaped like a ghost next to us!! I dont believe in ghosts or anything, but this picture has to be seen to be believed, it was very surreal. In addition, the park was kind of sketchy and abandonded, which I only considered after looking at this photo. Anyways, after the fuego, we just went to Flannery´s, the pub around the corner from my apartment, had a beer and some food, and called it a night. I walked the girls to a bus, and went to sleep excited for horseback riding in the Aconcagua Valley the next day. No one could say I have not been maximizing my time here!
The price was expensive, with gear totalling 50 dollars for rental, and another 20 odd dollars for the shuttle, before even getting a lift ticket. Luckily, there was a special promotion for Entel phone users, of which Pancho had one, so we got half price lift tickets, for 32 bucks a piece instead of 64. A couple of the girls in the group managed to make friends with some Chileans in line, but I felt bad, a couple people had to just pay the full price, making the cost well over 130 dollars US total. Anyways, we all got our tickets and headed for the mountain.
I stayed on a beginner´s slope, green to be exact, for the entire day, which was very rewarding to me. I have been snowboarding at least half a dozen times, but I am consistently afraid to gain speed, and controlling my stops is a difficult thing as well. However, with persistence and caution, I slowly gained a better sense of control, focusing on areas that I felt needed improvement, such as my toe edge, and stopping better. I ended up taking 6 or 7 runs total down the mountain, which for me was a very satisfying, accomplished feeling. Lunch was expensive at the resort, but had a couple empenadas and a five dollar Red Bull to keep me going.
Swine reared its ugly head again, as a girl that I had been sitting 4 feet away from at lunch came down with symptoms as we were eating. Poor girl had paid the full amount to come, and only ended up skiing for less then a couple hours.
At the end of the day, we were treated to another magnificent, stunning view of the mountains as we wound down the hairpin turns, exhausted yet completely exhuberant. I was a little sore, in both legs and arms from falling on them, but surprisingly not as much as I had expected. Still though, sleep was nearly instant upon returning to the apartment.
Friday I woke up feeling sick and congested, to the point where I didn´t make it to class. I was too sore and had caught at least a slight cold up in the mountains, or perhaps only altitude sickness. Regardless, I would not have been able to give the lecture my full attention, and extended sleep was in order. In the afternoon, after sleeping and medicine, I felt a little better and decided to follow through with my plans for the day, being a jam session and fire spinning.
Gonzalo, my neighbor in Boston who is from Santiago, gave me directions to his house that afternoon. I took a cab over for just over 10 bucks, not bad considering I would have had to take 3 buses, and was cheap compared to anywhere in the states (It was a fairly long distance ride.) I arrived at Gonzo's house at around 6 oclock, a VERY nice house in a suburban neighborhood outside of Santiago. His family was obviously a member of the upper class here, interesting to visit one of the homes after learning so much of the sociopolitical divides and class system present in Chile. We went downstairs, to the jam room, and jammed on bass vs. piano then guitar vs. bass until more of his friends showed up. If it wasn´t obvious, the kid is a VERY talented musician by the way, so it was an absolute joy to play with him. We went through a large variety of styles and genres ranging from blues to funk to jazz to rock, before a couple of his friends arrived an hour or two later. It was Martin, whose house I had already been to, and a friend of his, Justin, who spoke flawless English and studied at Wash. Univ. in Seattle.
From there the jam really picked up. We ended up trading instruments multiple times, since I could play all the ones present (guitar, bass, piano, drums). It was one of the best times I had in Santiago, just hanging out, drinking and smoking and playing music with talented musicians. My band in Boston cannot improvise in the same manner as these kids, particularly Gonzo, a jazz trained musician who has been playing since age 4. I ultimately had to run though, since I had plans to meet my two Mexican friends from La Serena at 10. But a solid 4 hours at least had been spent jamming, and I was even invited to come back, and have dinner with his family that Monday.
I met up with Selene and Sandra, who I had talked with on the bus to the stars in La Serena, and walked back to my apartment to grab fire toys. I had a drink, as we talked about plans for the night. They were keen to check out the jazz club I had been at, but we decided after fire spinning and taking a bus, we would get there quite late and would not be worth it. We walked down to a deserted park nearby, where I set up my equipment. Prior to spinning, the wierdest photo was taken, by Selene - it was of me and Sandra, but there is a white cloud shaped like a ghost next to us!! I dont believe in ghosts or anything, but this picture has to be seen to be believed, it was very surreal. In addition, the park was kind of sketchy and abandonded, which I only considered after looking at this photo. Anyways, after the fuego, we just went to Flannery´s, the pub around the corner from my apartment, had a beer and some food, and called it a night. I walked the girls to a bus, and went to sleep excited for horseback riding in the Aconcagua Valley the next day. No one could say I have not been maximizing my time here!
Third week
Monday we took the bus back to Santiago, it wasn´t as long as the trip there, with fewer stops. We got in late, to some fairly alarming news. Over the weekend while we had been gone, a couple of the girls that stayed ended up with swine flu. Even more alarming, we were told that the incubation period is 10 days, so they could have been spreading it/contagious even before we left. Needless to say I was fairly concerned, especially given my travel plans for the next week.
The lectures that week were interesting and varied as usual, with reports on social justice, and women´s rights being a few of the more engaging topics. I had a little bit of trouble paying attention at times, however, given the impending date of my graduation in a little over a week. These classes were the last two that I would undertake in my career as an undergraduate college student at Northeastern, and my anticipation was high, after 20 odd years of schooling.
Wednesday we took a day trip to Pomaire, an open air market some 40 minutes outside of Santiago. The usual cheap, fun tourist gear was acquired, with a good number of nice gifts purchased for friends and family. On the way back, Valentina our tour guide mentioned a really fun sounding show at the Salsoteca in Bellavista, a concert of her ex-boyfriend´s reggae rock band. A couple of us had plans to go snowboarding the next day, Thursday, but I decided to go out anyways. It was an awesome show, really fun crowd and atmosphere, the band reminded me a lot of a latin version of RX Bandits, with a rock-steady, reggae feel accented with a solid horns section and female backup vocals. Down side was that we all had a little too much to drink, and I didnt end up making it back home til after 3. Oh Chile...
The lectures that week were interesting and varied as usual, with reports on social justice, and women´s rights being a few of the more engaging topics. I had a little bit of trouble paying attention at times, however, given the impending date of my graduation in a little over a week. These classes were the last two that I would undertake in my career as an undergraduate college student at Northeastern, and my anticipation was high, after 20 odd years of schooling.
Wednesday we took a day trip to Pomaire, an open air market some 40 minutes outside of Santiago. The usual cheap, fun tourist gear was acquired, with a good number of nice gifts purchased for friends and family. On the way back, Valentina our tour guide mentioned a really fun sounding show at the Salsoteca in Bellavista, a concert of her ex-boyfriend´s reggae rock band. A couple of us had plans to go snowboarding the next day, Thursday, but I decided to go out anyways. It was an awesome show, really fun crowd and atmosphere, the band reminded me a lot of a latin version of RX Bandits, with a rock-steady, reggae feel accented with a solid horns section and female backup vocals. Down side was that we all had a little too much to drink, and I didnt end up making it back home til after 3. Oh Chile...
Friday, July 31, 2009
La Serena!
Friday was a lecture on poverty, again in Spanish. Chile apparently has one of the lowest poverty rates in all Latin American countries, as a result of sensible social policies. I enjoyed the lecture, especially the part concerning what can be done in the future to alleviate poverty further, but thoughts of the beach clouded my mind. Finally, we left at 1245 to catch our 2 PM bus. I grabbed a couple bags of chips and an empenada at the bus station, but lunch was light that day since we were in a hurry. On the bus ride, I finished all 350 pages of Neruda´s memoirs, an enormously engaging and captivating autobiography of the poet´s life and travels. He led a triumphantly varied and down-to-earth existence, living in Burma, India, Europe, and many other places all the while campaigning for people´s rights and social equality. Despite his wealth in his later years, he never stopped fighting for common people around the world, and especially in his Chilean homeland. A powerful, inspirational book if I have ever read one.
The bus ride took longer then expected, as we made several stops along the way. We finally arrived in La Serena around 10 oclock, after 8 hours on the bus. After rejoicing on our freedom, we sought out the hostel we had booked, Hostal Jofre, which was only a couple blocks from the bus station. I ended up sharing a room with the Professor´s son, Francisco, a younger dude who starts college in the fall. The first night, we explored the city a little bit, ending up at a smoky little local bar, and being denied entrance to a club on the way back. A less then eventful night, but we had no worries. We had given the travel brochures a brief glance, deciding on a trip to the stars that Saturday evening and a tour of the pisco region on Sunday during the day.
Saturday I was up early, practicing poi in anticipation of burning on the beach. I was soon shirtless, as the sun came up early and the temperature quickly became quite warm. We finally all assembled shortly after 12 oclock, and we set off, with food being the first priority. We ended up at the mall next to the bus station, as the easiest option with the most choices. I had an awesome pizza and garlic bread meal from the local "Telepizza" chain that proliferates all over Chile. Upon returning from the bathroom, the strangest thing happened; I got a punch in my arm, looked over, and it was Alessandro, one of my new buddies I had been hanging out with the last weekend and Monday! Him and Nick and Gonzalo had been eating lunch at the same food court, some 20 odd feet away! I couldnt stop laughing at what a small world it turned out to be, I mean I had known they were headed to La Serena at some point but running into them at a random mall?
After lunch, we walked 20 minutes down to the beach, the beautiful Pacific. The day was sunny and warm, although the water could have been warmer. Only me and Danny had the cojones to get into the water, or perhaps we were the only ones who brought bathing suits. Regardless, I was slightly cold afterwards, but warmed up to the idea of spinning fire on the beach (something I´ve always wanted to do)...Obviously it is not the same as spinning in darkness, but nonetheless I spun in daylight, followed by Josh, Danny, Chelsea, and Kelly who all wanted to give it a try. We eventually absconded to a nearby beer shack on the ocean, to enjoy a beer in the afternoon sun, before returning to the hostel, where I took a much needed hot shower.
That evening, we prepared for the observatory. I grabbed a quick take out dinner, and more importantly a bottle of pisco and Coca cola, respectively. We all drank a little too much on the bus ride, but hey it was Saturday night right. I ended up chatting with a couple Mexican girls who were sitting next to us, in Chile for studying, one of whom said she spun fire as well. We finally reached the observatory, a magical place with the most impressive views of the stars I believe I have ever seen. I even took a picture of the moon through a closeup telescope view, incredible! I was determined to spin fire there, since it seemed like the perfect spot and our guide said he didn´t care, but two minutes into my burn a security officer came over and told me to stop. I was sad, but had to respect their rules there. We finally entered the observatory after an hour wait, and were treated to more amazing views of the stars and Jupiter...That night when we got back, everyone was too exhausted and tired to think about going out, especially with the early departure of our valley tour scheduled for the next day.
The Elqui Valley tour was another fantastic, amazingly surreal excursion through the mountainlands of Chile, through one of the only regions in Chile to produce grapes that are used in Pisco. Our first stop was at the Elqui dam, a giant construction that revealed epic, grand vistas of the lake behind it as well as cacti and more mountains. We passed through Vicuna, where we had stopped to buy tickets for the observatory the night before, before heading onwards. Another stop was at a local wine shop that sold marmalades and wine produced in the region, both of which I purchased as gifts. We also all pitched in to buy an expensive bottle of wine for Annie, our professor, as a way of saying thank you for being so awesome.
Lunch was at a funky solar powered restaraunt, with solar heaters out in front heating the food that was served to us. After this, we hit the distillery, which we were all excited about. We were shown the vats, distillation process, and given samples before being brought to the store, where I purchased a "Fuegos" brand bottle of Pisco that had been made right there on the spot. We were even given a couple free complimentary bottles of Mango Sour Pisco as a thank you for buying so much (pretty much everyone in our group bought a bottle or two, it was too unique and special of an opportunity to pass up)...Again, not much happened that evening as we were all exhausted from the long day trip. I was not looking forward to the long bus trip we had to make back to Santiago the next day, nor the idea of going back to class. Regardless, what a fantastic weekend!
The bus ride took longer then expected, as we made several stops along the way. We finally arrived in La Serena around 10 oclock, after 8 hours on the bus. After rejoicing on our freedom, we sought out the hostel we had booked, Hostal Jofre, which was only a couple blocks from the bus station. I ended up sharing a room with the Professor´s son, Francisco, a younger dude who starts college in the fall. The first night, we explored the city a little bit, ending up at a smoky little local bar, and being denied entrance to a club on the way back. A less then eventful night, but we had no worries. We had given the travel brochures a brief glance, deciding on a trip to the stars that Saturday evening and a tour of the pisco region on Sunday during the day.
Saturday I was up early, practicing poi in anticipation of burning on the beach. I was soon shirtless, as the sun came up early and the temperature quickly became quite warm. We finally all assembled shortly after 12 oclock, and we set off, with food being the first priority. We ended up at the mall next to the bus station, as the easiest option with the most choices. I had an awesome pizza and garlic bread meal from the local "Telepizza" chain that proliferates all over Chile. Upon returning from the bathroom, the strangest thing happened; I got a punch in my arm, looked over, and it was Alessandro, one of my new buddies I had been hanging out with the last weekend and Monday! Him and Nick and Gonzalo had been eating lunch at the same food court, some 20 odd feet away! I couldnt stop laughing at what a small world it turned out to be, I mean I had known they were headed to La Serena at some point but running into them at a random mall?
After lunch, we walked 20 minutes down to the beach, the beautiful Pacific. The day was sunny and warm, although the water could have been warmer. Only me and Danny had the cojones to get into the water, or perhaps we were the only ones who brought bathing suits. Regardless, I was slightly cold afterwards, but warmed up to the idea of spinning fire on the beach (something I´ve always wanted to do)...Obviously it is not the same as spinning in darkness, but nonetheless I spun in daylight, followed by Josh, Danny, Chelsea, and Kelly who all wanted to give it a try. We eventually absconded to a nearby beer shack on the ocean, to enjoy a beer in the afternoon sun, before returning to the hostel, where I took a much needed hot shower.
That evening, we prepared for the observatory. I grabbed a quick take out dinner, and more importantly a bottle of pisco and Coca cola, respectively. We all drank a little too much on the bus ride, but hey it was Saturday night right. I ended up chatting with a couple Mexican girls who were sitting next to us, in Chile for studying, one of whom said she spun fire as well. We finally reached the observatory, a magical place with the most impressive views of the stars I believe I have ever seen. I even took a picture of the moon through a closeup telescope view, incredible! I was determined to spin fire there, since it seemed like the perfect spot and our guide said he didn´t care, but two minutes into my burn a security officer came over and told me to stop. I was sad, but had to respect their rules there. We finally entered the observatory after an hour wait, and were treated to more amazing views of the stars and Jupiter...That night when we got back, everyone was too exhausted and tired to think about going out, especially with the early departure of our valley tour scheduled for the next day.
The Elqui Valley tour was another fantastic, amazingly surreal excursion through the mountainlands of Chile, through one of the only regions in Chile to produce grapes that are used in Pisco. Our first stop was at the Elqui dam, a giant construction that revealed epic, grand vistas of the lake behind it as well as cacti and more mountains. We passed through Vicuna, where we had stopped to buy tickets for the observatory the night before, before heading onwards. Another stop was at a local wine shop that sold marmalades and wine produced in the region, both of which I purchased as gifts. We also all pitched in to buy an expensive bottle of wine for Annie, our professor, as a way of saying thank you for being so awesome.
Lunch was at a funky solar powered restaraunt, with solar heaters out in front heating the food that was served to us. After this, we hit the distillery, which we were all excited about. We were shown the vats, distillation process, and given samples before being brought to the store, where I purchased a "Fuegos" brand bottle of Pisco that had been made right there on the spot. We were even given a couple free complimentary bottles of Mango Sour Pisco as a thank you for buying so much (pretty much everyone in our group bought a bottle or two, it was too unique and special of an opportunity to pass up)...Again, not much happened that evening as we were all exhausted from the long day trip. I was not looking forward to the long bus trip we had to make back to Santiago the next day, nor the idea of going back to class. Regardless, what a fantastic weekend!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Otro partes del semana.
The rest of the week passed without much further incidents of madness. Nico and friends went off to La Serena the next day, which was actually where we had been planning on taking a weekend trip. Lost without them, we had no one to show us a good time around town...It was two of the girls in the group´s birthdays in a row, so Tuesday and Wednesday night were birthday nights, spent at an Irish pub and a Karaoke disco respectively. I never go out this much in the states, but we have been trying and succeeding at making the most of our time down here.
The lectures for the remainder of the week were a mixed bag, with some Spanish only lectures and a few English lecturers as well. We learned about the poverty of Chile, and what steps are being taken to alleviate these conditions, as well as about the issue of human rights in Chile, particularly during the military coup/Pinochet regime. Approximately more then 3000 people "dissapeared" during this regime, almost all who have surviving relatives and family to this day. A terrible period for Chile, with uncertainty and terror seemingly widespread. We even visited a former torture center, Villa Grimaldi. Scary, scary stuff.
Since I had not gotten a chance to spin fire that previous Sunday, I found some white gas by asking around, being directed to a local hardware store near our subway stop. Thursday night was my first burn with Rob´s donated poi, which more or less went quite well. I conscripted several of the girls in our group to come and keep me company slash more importantly stand safety (someone ready with a towel just in case a fire is started). It felt GREAT to burn again, especially with no worries about the police intervening. A security gaurd actually wandered over after I finished, but just asked my friends to leave the plaza since it was closed, and didnt even say anything to me with my fire poi having been freshly burned.
Took it easy the rest of Thrusday night, in preparation for our big excursion to La Serena for the weekend, a beach town some 360 km north of Santiago. I packed, read, and fell asleep on the early side, starting to read Pablo Neruda´s book "Memoirs", one of the assigned readings.
The lectures for the remainder of the week were a mixed bag, with some Spanish only lectures and a few English lecturers as well. We learned about the poverty of Chile, and what steps are being taken to alleviate these conditions, as well as about the issue of human rights in Chile, particularly during the military coup/Pinochet regime. Approximately more then 3000 people "dissapeared" during this regime, almost all who have surviving relatives and family to this day. A terrible period for Chile, with uncertainty and terror seemingly widespread. We even visited a former torture center, Villa Grimaldi. Scary, scary stuff.
Since I had not gotten a chance to spin fire that previous Sunday, I found some white gas by asking around, being directed to a local hardware store near our subway stop. Thursday night was my first burn with Rob´s donated poi, which more or less went quite well. I conscripted several of the girls in our group to come and keep me company slash more importantly stand safety (someone ready with a towel just in case a fire is started). It felt GREAT to burn again, especially with no worries about the police intervening. A security gaurd actually wandered over after I finished, but just asked my friends to leave the plaza since it was closed, and didnt even say anything to me with my fire poi having been freshly burned.
Took it easy the rest of Thrusday night, in preparation for our big excursion to La Serena for the weekend, a beach town some 360 km north of Santiago. I packed, read, and fell asleep on the early side, starting to read Pablo Neruda´s book "Memoirs", one of the assigned readings.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday night madness
Monday was not a fun day, as I was still sore and tired from Saturday night. We also got extremely lost on the way to class that day, taking the subway one stop, only to end up walking the wrong direction back to our original stop. Then we couldn't find the number bus we were supposed to take, so we took 401 instead of the 104, thinking the professor had been dsylexic, until we saw the 104 pass by. So we got off the 401, tracked the 104 down, and finally got on the right bus. We even managed to get off at the wrong stop, walking much further then we had to until we finally found the Universidad de Chile, almost an hour late.
After class, we managed to get lost again. Took the bus too far in one direction, then took another bus going to the opposite way too far. So, after realizing that we had only backtracked, we made the excellent decision to drown our sorrows in alcohol. 8 pitchers of beer later, keep in mind there were only 8 of us, we finally felt satisfied and more then a little bit drunk. It was Chelsea´s birthday, ostensibly the reason for such epic drinking but not really. The afternoon closed on a sobering note, as Josh fell in the subway giving Chelsea a piggyback ride, opening a minor cut on his nose that managed to bleed fairly profusely for a while. Staggering back to our hotel, we stopped at a local bar for another round.
Needless to say, we got a pretty good start on drinking for the night. I gave my Chilean buddy Nico a call that night, and told him to come down and pregame at our apartment. He was a big hit with all my friends, everyone really liked him, Alessandro, and his buddy Gonzalo that I had never met before. They showed up with two bottles of pisco and cola, which dissapeared faster then humanly possible it seemed. And sure enough, as promised, they showed us a good time, taking us out to the best club I have been to yet in Santiago. The night was a long one, with several of the girls ending up hooking up with my buddies no less. Good times, good times, as I dreaded the 9 AM class we had scheduled for the following day.
After class, we managed to get lost again. Took the bus too far in one direction, then took another bus going to the opposite way too far. So, after realizing that we had only backtracked, we made the excellent decision to drown our sorrows in alcohol. 8 pitchers of beer later, keep in mind there were only 8 of us, we finally felt satisfied and more then a little bit drunk. It was Chelsea´s birthday, ostensibly the reason for such epic drinking but not really. The afternoon closed on a sobering note, as Josh fell in the subway giving Chelsea a piggyback ride, opening a minor cut on his nose that managed to bleed fairly profusely for a while. Staggering back to our hotel, we stopped at a local bar for another round.
Needless to say, we got a pretty good start on drinking for the night. I gave my Chilean buddy Nico a call that night, and told him to come down and pregame at our apartment. He was a big hit with all my friends, everyone really liked him, Alessandro, and his buddy Gonzalo that I had never met before. They showed up with two bottles of pisco and cola, which dissapeared faster then humanly possible it seemed. And sure enough, as promised, they showed us a good time, taking us out to the best club I have been to yet in Santiago. The night was a long one, with several of the girls ending up hooking up with my buddies no less. Good times, good times, as I dreaded the 9 AM class we had scheduled for the following day.
Saturday and Valparaiso
Saturday night was the night of too many piscolas. Excited on them from the night before, I pushed the limit, not knowing how deadly the things could be. I still managed to make a little bit of conversation with people at the club we went to, but I got the sense that most people could tell I was smashed. By the end of the night, I had downed 7 piscolas, each one with an average of 3 or 4 shots worth of pisco (South American liquor)...Worse yet, we didn't end up leaving until 3:30, only to have to wake up at 8:00 on Sunday for a trip to Valparaiso.
I made it to the lobby, barely, and still slightly drunk. Promptly fell asleep during the bus ride, so no pictures were taken of the countryside this time. We arrived at Valparaiso, the port city of Chile, at around 11 AM, as I grumbled my way off the bus. With a little bit of fresh air and a cigarette, I began to wake up and feel a little better. Valparaiso reminded me of pictures that I have seen of Rio de Janeiro, a wide, arcing panorama of coastline littered with tiny shacks up on the hills. The houses were all extraordinarily colorful, which I really enjoyed, from deep hues of red and green to bright yellow and purple, making for incredible scenery. As the guide explained, the poorer you were, the further up on the hill you lived, as we found out later the hills were pretttty steep.
We took a boat tour through the harbor first, which I hadn't been expecting but was quite enjoyable. Tagging along on the boat was a Peace Corps volunteer in Paraguay, who was traveling through Chile on a break. I took the opportunity to pick his brain for a while, since I was already accepted for a program in Sub-Saharan Africa come June 2010. He was really helpful, and told me that if I was having doubts about Africa and would prefer Latin America (very much so), that I need to be more forceful and put my foot down, that they would change my assignment. Basically a life-changing conversation, since Africa definitely intimidated me a bit and I hadn't been taking it too seriously.
Following the boat tour, we drove a short distance through the city, and then embarked upon a walking tour of the various barrios. Valparaiso, like the Bellavista neighborhood, is chock full of amazing graffiti murals, so I ran around snapping pictures left and right. We took the Chilean version of an elevator, more like a cable car, to the top of a vista with pretty amazing views. Up there I bought a couple random items, including an Alpaca wool hoody for less then 30 dollars US. The rest of the day was spent exploring more of the city, including another cable car up to an open-air museum of murals that was closed, but still offered lots of great graffiti shots regardless. I also found a women selling magnets of the local street art, from whom I promptly purchased 20 dollars worth of magnets (gifts for friends back home...) Lunch was at a local restaurant, I had a pretty decent cheese empenada and fettucini alfredo.
There were street dogs everywhere, but one in particular was amazingly endearing. We got off the second cable car ride, and a golden retriever came running over to follow us. Someone must have given him a little food, because he followed us a LONG way, for at least a couple of miles as we walked up many flights of stairs, hills, and down streets. After several hours later, he was still with us, as we had to say goodbye at that point since we were getting on the bus. What a loyal companion indeed, Valentina our tour guide rewarded him by buying a thing of dog food for him. Annie our professor randomly decided to have us all stop at a bar on the way home, which I was not too enthused about given my overindulgence the night before. Despite the intention of taking a day of from drinking, I ended up splitting a big bottle of Escudo with my roommate, which still felt like taking the day off given the past week. The bus ride home was agony however, as I had forgot to go to the bathroom before we left and half a 40 ounce of beer was desperately trying to get out of me. Finally someone else had to pee too, and the bus driver pulled over on the highway. What sweet, beautiful, relief...I slept the rest of the way home, and called it an early night. Having missed the fire spinning that evening in the Parque Forestal, I decided to buy my own fuel the next day so I could spin whenever and wherever I wanted to....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sabado y Domingo
Well, Saturday was fun getting up after the late night we had. I raved at the kids in my group about piscolas for hours, man they must have gotten sick of hearing about it. But I mean, I had done a pretty good job of networking, with Nick promising Monday night insanity at the clubs. The afternoon we had scheduled a bike ride, in Bellavista again! The bike tour was definitely pretty awesome, despite being pretty damn hung over.
The tour guide was a dude from Tennessee, who loved Chile and said he was applying for permanent citizenship down here. He said they will welcome you with open arms, especially if you have a college degree, based on their unique history and influences. We toured through Bellavista, past the Museo where I had been spinning fire, and meandered through the Parque Forestal. Being a somewhat experienced biker, I chose to opt for a special hybrid bike which served me pretty well. We would stop periodically at historical marks, statues, etc... as he gave us a history of sites in Santiago. I eventually took my Ipod out too, biking around jammin' to my tunes. My favorite part of the tour was a GIANT wall mural spreading down the sidewalk for hundreds of feet, featuring scenes from each part of Chile running north to south. My street art collection is growing rapidly, as I added dozens more doing the tour and then dozens more as we walked through Bellavista. The tour guide had mentioned a local Thai place that got me excited as all hell, except it was closed.
However, on the walk there, I passed by all types of siiick graffiti murals so it was well worth it. We ended up at a nearby Korean place as well, which was surprisingly a lot better then what I was expecting. I ordered a spicy tofu dish that was recommended to me, which turned out to be one of the best meals of the entire trip to date. Poor Alice had to end up translating and taking orders for everyone, since the menu was only in Korean...
More coming...
Sunday, July 19, 2009
El Club De Jazz!
Friday was another engaging economics lecture, presented by the person in charge of assembling financial statistics for all Latin American countries in comparison to Chile. He showed us graphs and numbers that had not even been released to the press yet, as an example of how new they were and what an insider's perspective we were getting...After the lecture, we were told that lunch was covered by NU, so we walked along a busy road looking for restaraunts...
Sushi Now! was where we ended up, a local sushi chain in Chile that seemed reasonably cheap. Me being the picky eater I am, I had never eaten sushi before in my life, but am making an effort to try new things on this trip. I enjoyed my meal to a varied degree, the initial shrimp dumplings I ordered were extremely tasty whilst I was not as keen on the miso soup and shrimp/chive rolls that followed, which is a bad sign apparently as those were more authentic. No matter, we can't all love sushi I guess...
Afterwards was another vague dissapointment, as myself and Kelly explored several options in terms of air travel after hearing of 50 dollar flights to the South of Chile. However, due to the short notice and other factors, we were unable to find any round-trip prices less then 250 USD, which was way more then we were hoping. Therefore renting a car for the spare weekend, or merely snowboarding was settled upon as an agreeable course of action.
It was a girl in my group's birthday, Naris, but I could not stay to celebrate with her and the others. Friday night was reserved for the jazz club that my amigo Gonzalo had agreed to show me, a friendly Chilean kid who lived in my building in Boston and who I had jammed with before. I was obviously pretty excited, getting driven to a local jazz club seemed a pretty awesome way to spend my time. Sure enough, "El Club de Jazz" was a fantastic local place, where I was privileged to see the Nicolas Vera Quinteto perform songs from his new CD release "Bellavista". Gonzo's friends were also very fun to hang with, a diverse group of upper-class kids, some of whom had foreign educations and all were exceedlingly friendly and well-spoken.
I ended up hanging out with Martin, a local student, Nick, who was a DJ in Miami, and Ben (i think), a Venezuelan at school in Canada, after the jazz club. We absconded for Martin's house/barrio to drop another of his friends off and hang out for a second at his house (obviously a member of the upper class upon visiting), before racing back to Bellavista to try to hit up a few nightclubs. It was great, rocketing around the city with some locals, blasting Mars Volta and the Doors, for once not feeling like such a tourist...
The electro/indie/scenester club we tried to get into was packed and not letting people in, so we eventually wandered over to the Bellavista center, stopping in an bar overlooking the Patio Bellavista, where I had eaten lunch with the group a few days ago. The crowd was dead here too, but we had been looking for a place for so long we gave up and just got a round of piscola, pisco with coke (Nick convinced me that this was the drink I should be getting all the time, and I convinced myself after my first, a sweet yet potent blend of alcohol and Coca Cola) They kept apologizing for not showing me a better time, which was ludicrous since I was just so happy to not feel like a tourist and be hanging out with people that knew the city. When we parted ways, I made sure to grab Nick's number as he promised that Santiago was at it's best during the week, with Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays apparently the best nights to party. Overall great night, as well as a late one, but I got to sleep in on Saturday at least...
Sushi Now! was where we ended up, a local sushi chain in Chile that seemed reasonably cheap. Me being the picky eater I am, I had never eaten sushi before in my life, but am making an effort to try new things on this trip. I enjoyed my meal to a varied degree, the initial shrimp dumplings I ordered were extremely tasty whilst I was not as keen on the miso soup and shrimp/chive rolls that followed, which is a bad sign apparently as those were more authentic. No matter, we can't all love sushi I guess...
Afterwards was another vague dissapointment, as myself and Kelly explored several options in terms of air travel after hearing of 50 dollar flights to the South of Chile. However, due to the short notice and other factors, we were unable to find any round-trip prices less then 250 USD, which was way more then we were hoping. Therefore renting a car for the spare weekend, or merely snowboarding was settled upon as an agreeable course of action.
It was a girl in my group's birthday, Naris, but I could not stay to celebrate with her and the others. Friday night was reserved for the jazz club that my amigo Gonzalo had agreed to show me, a friendly Chilean kid who lived in my building in Boston and who I had jammed with before. I was obviously pretty excited, getting driven to a local jazz club seemed a pretty awesome way to spend my time. Sure enough, "El Club de Jazz" was a fantastic local place, where I was privileged to see the Nicolas Vera Quinteto perform songs from his new CD release "Bellavista". Gonzo's friends were also very fun to hang with, a diverse group of upper-class kids, some of whom had foreign educations and all were exceedlingly friendly and well-spoken.
I ended up hanging out with Martin, a local student, Nick, who was a DJ in Miami, and Ben (i think), a Venezuelan at school in Canada, after the jazz club. We absconded for Martin's house/barrio to drop another of his friends off and hang out for a second at his house (obviously a member of the upper class upon visiting), before racing back to Bellavista to try to hit up a few nightclubs. It was great, rocketing around the city with some locals, blasting Mars Volta and the Doors, for once not feeling like such a tourist...
The electro/indie/scenester club we tried to get into was packed and not letting people in, so we eventually wandered over to the Bellavista center, stopping in an bar overlooking the Patio Bellavista, where I had eaten lunch with the group a few days ago. The crowd was dead here too, but we had been looking for a place for so long we gave up and just got a round of piscola, pisco with coke (Nick convinced me that this was the drink I should be getting all the time, and I convinced myself after my first, a sweet yet potent blend of alcohol and Coca Cola) They kept apologizing for not showing me a better time, which was ludicrous since I was just so happy to not feel like a tourist and be hanging out with people that knew the city. When we parted ways, I made sure to grab Nick's number as he promised that Santiago was at it's best during the week, with Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays apparently the best nights to party. Overall great night, as well as a late one, but I got to sleep in on Saturday at least...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
La Isla Negra / Algarobbo
Our first real week in Santiago saw 3 days in a row of lectures, at different points in the city of Santiago. For our first lecture, we walked 20 minutes from the hotel to FLACSO, a local Chilean university site. The professor (Annie) gave an introduction and comprehensive/condensed history of Chile, ranging from it's roots as a primitive yet proud nation who successfully defended itself against all conquerors, to present day Chile and all the economic and social reforms that took place. This is a country that has a deep history, one of much conflict and revolution mixed with everyday life. Apparently if you ask the rich people, they still side with Pinochet for financial reasons despite the knowledge of his mass executions.
Tuesday the lecture was in Spanish, so it was a little less engaging. However, Wednesday we had a Columbia-educated native English speaker who presented an interesting summary of recent Chilean economic policy, in a manner that managed to hold my attention. He analyzed class discrimination, and suggested a number of policies to pursue in the future including capitalizing upon natural resources and potential as well as providing a garunteed 2 years of technical school for those who cannot afford regular university.
Following these days of class however, we reached a nice break in that Thursday happened to be a national holiday. Despite yet another round of serious drinking the night before, we all managed to stagger down into the hotel lobby around 8:45, to catch the bus to the beach.
The ride alone was worth it, a sensational tour of the countryside. My eyes did not leave the road for a second, as I soaked up the many and varied sites that the Chilean landscape had to offer. As we rode, the sun gradually rose until it covered us with a warm glow, transforming the climate from a cold morning to a beautiful afternoon, as we also descended in height en route to the Pacific. I was fortunate enough to glimpse tableaus of local life, from all nature of farms and poor shacks, to workers laboring in the fields, occaisional clusters of horses or cows, and beautiful rivers and mountains in the background.
However, La Isla Negra was even more beautiful then the bus ride. We got off at Pablo Neruda's seaside home, the second of third which we were to visit. The house was stunning, overlooking the water with Neruda's typical proliferation of outside bars and patios, with a connecting path running along down to the beach. I skipped the first tour to wander the beach, but as soon I began to find my higher grace whilst meditating against the ocean it seemed we had to leave.
However Neruda's house once again proved an interesting tour, as we once again viewed his obscure collections of random objects (glass piano leg holders for example...) yet admirable for his aesthetic tastes. No original Picasso pieces here, but nonetheless another eccentric assortment of individual taste and artistry. The views from his balcony were magnificent, overlooking the Pacific Ocean and conjuring both at once feelings of grandeur yet also tranquility. I could clearly imagine in my head the famous poet sitting with his friends, drinking adult beverages along the ocean with much pleasure. It reminded me of a past resolution of one day owning property along the ocean, surely a beautiful thing.
After Neruda's house and the beach, we departed for Algarroba, a nearby town, for lunch. This was the home of the world's largest pool, a touristic monstrosity constructed so large that it was possible to sail boats in it as well as scuba dive. The largest irony of this massive unnecessary behemoth was it's extreme proximity to the ocean, seperated by only a narrow strip of land. I encountered a picture of this monument to human travesty while googling Santiago, but never imagined I would eat lunch at a restaraunt literally right across the street from it. As I was explained, the local Chilean people hated this place as it was fenced off by a massive tourist resort, and unfitting with the archaic, quiet nature of the rest of the town.
Post-lunch, we wandered into town as we had several hours free. We found a market along the water, where I decided to buy a number of impulse purchases ranging from a massage toy to a Chinese puzzle piece to a buddha (yes I bought a buddha in South America, don't ask me why...) Hooray for spontaneous consumption, I definitely felt pleased afterwards, especially considered my entire shopping spree set me back less then 20 US dollars...We eventually returned to the bus, and headed back for Santiago. A long day, but certainly fulfilling and eventful, if for no other reason then being able to hang out along the Pacific Ocean. I fell asleep excited, as usual, for the coming days and in particular the Jazz Club my friend Gonzalo had offered to take me to on Friday night...Pero ahora, hasta luego, voy a dormir...
Tuesday the lecture was in Spanish, so it was a little less engaging. However, Wednesday we had a Columbia-educated native English speaker who presented an interesting summary of recent Chilean economic policy, in a manner that managed to hold my attention. He analyzed class discrimination, and suggested a number of policies to pursue in the future including capitalizing upon natural resources and potential as well as providing a garunteed 2 years of technical school for those who cannot afford regular university.
Following these days of class however, we reached a nice break in that Thursday happened to be a national holiday. Despite yet another round of serious drinking the night before, we all managed to stagger down into the hotel lobby around 8:45, to catch the bus to the beach.
The ride alone was worth it, a sensational tour of the countryside. My eyes did not leave the road for a second, as I soaked up the many and varied sites that the Chilean landscape had to offer. As we rode, the sun gradually rose until it covered us with a warm glow, transforming the climate from a cold morning to a beautiful afternoon, as we also descended in height en route to the Pacific. I was fortunate enough to glimpse tableaus of local life, from all nature of farms and poor shacks, to workers laboring in the fields, occaisional clusters of horses or cows, and beautiful rivers and mountains in the background.
However, La Isla Negra was even more beautiful then the bus ride. We got off at Pablo Neruda's seaside home, the second of third which we were to visit. The house was stunning, overlooking the water with Neruda's typical proliferation of outside bars and patios, with a connecting path running along down to the beach. I skipped the first tour to wander the beach, but as soon I began to find my higher grace whilst meditating against the ocean it seemed we had to leave.
However Neruda's house once again proved an interesting tour, as we once again viewed his obscure collections of random objects (glass piano leg holders for example...) yet admirable for his aesthetic tastes. No original Picasso pieces here, but nonetheless another eccentric assortment of individual taste and artistry. The views from his balcony were magnificent, overlooking the Pacific Ocean and conjuring both at once feelings of grandeur yet also tranquility. I could clearly imagine in my head the famous poet sitting with his friends, drinking adult beverages along the ocean with much pleasure. It reminded me of a past resolution of one day owning property along the ocean, surely a beautiful thing.
After Neruda's house and the beach, we departed for Algarroba, a nearby town, for lunch. This was the home of the world's largest pool, a touristic monstrosity constructed so large that it was possible to sail boats in it as well as scuba dive. The largest irony of this massive unnecessary behemoth was it's extreme proximity to the ocean, seperated by only a narrow strip of land. I encountered a picture of this monument to human travesty while googling Santiago, but never imagined I would eat lunch at a restaraunt literally right across the street from it. As I was explained, the local Chilean people hated this place as it was fenced off by a massive tourist resort, and unfitting with the archaic, quiet nature of the rest of the town.
Post-lunch, we wandered into town as we had several hours free. We found a market along the water, where I decided to buy a number of impulse purchases ranging from a massage toy to a Chinese puzzle piece to a buddha (yes I bought a buddha in South America, don't ask me why...) Hooray for spontaneous consumption, I definitely felt pleased afterwards, especially considered my entire shopping spree set me back less then 20 US dollars...We eventually returned to the bus, and headed back for Santiago. A long day, but certainly fulfilling and eventful, if for no other reason then being able to hang out along the Pacific Ocean. I fell asleep excited, as usual, for the coming days and in particular the Jazz Club my friend Gonzalo had offered to take me to on Friday night...Pero ahora, hasta luego, voy a dormir...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Fire spinning in the Parque Forestal
12 year old maniacs breathing and spinning fire nonstop, with kerosene and parafin oil no less..., oh the toxic inhalation, the feel of your lungs melting...fantastic freedom and liberation of the fuego, very open and undisturbed by the nefarious police forces we so often encounter in the bean...Jugglers, diabolo spinners, contortionists proliferate in the Parque Forestal, communing in celebration of life and the gift of spinning...truly a beautiful thing indeed...
I spun as if my life depended upon it, a vital reaffirmation of what has been consuming my life for the last 6 months or so: The intoxicating feel of manipulating fire...It is what ties me and my closest friends together in Boston, and spinning that evening felt like being home again...It felt SO GOOD...except for the dizziness and lack of breath I experienced after accidently inhaling a bit of kerosene, which set me back for a couple hours as I remembered how all my friends had said not to burn with kerosene....Overall though, well worth it and we made a bunch of friends hanging out too: Miguel, a local graffiti artist and DJ (?), Jaun, a graphic design student who also was a talented juggler, and other random colorful folks. Miguel even got up in my notebook, showing me his graff style, even doing my name LEV in graffiti bubbles. AWESOME DAY/NIGHT, I left so exhilirated...
I spun as if my life depended upon it, a vital reaffirmation of what has been consuming my life for the last 6 months or so: The intoxicating feel of manipulating fire...It is what ties me and my closest friends together in Boston, and spinning that evening felt like being home again...It felt SO GOOD...except for the dizziness and lack of breath I experienced after accidently inhaling a bit of kerosene, which set me back for a couple hours as I remembered how all my friends had said not to burn with kerosene....Overall though, well worth it and we made a bunch of friends hanging out too: Miguel, a local graffiti artist and DJ (?), Jaun, a graphic design student who also was a talented juggler, and other random colorful folks. Miguel even got up in my notebook, showing me his graff style, even doing my name LEV in graffiti bubbles. AWESOME DAY/NIGHT, I left so exhilirated...
La Salsoteca!
Saturday evening was our first official night out in Santiago. We pregamed at our apartment complex, then left for the Salsoteca, again in the Bellavista neighborhood close to where we ate lunch. As we departed the taxis, I realized indeed we were right in front of the graffiti I had been taking pictures of that day.
The club had a 6 dollar entrance fee for hombres, with a half price charge for women which we all grudgingly forked over. Initially, the place was a dissapointment as well, with the time being close to midnight yet the place almost empty. I had my first pisco sour, of which had been talked about a lot, a mixture of Pisco (South American liquor) mixed with lemon and lime, and sometimes an egg white (?). The music was loud and festive, salsa being the flavor of the establishment obviously. As I worked on my pisco sour, I realized that all of sudden the club had gotten packed without me noticing it. As my inhibitions wore down thanks to the liquid courage, I slowly decided that I could and would dance, having taken only a couple hours of salsa lessons in Costa Rica yet ready to make up for any lack of knowledge with enthusiasm.
Sure enough, post-pisco sour I was out on the floor, sharing friendly dances with at least half of the girls on the trip. I love my girlfriend Carson back home, so I wasn't trying to get anything more then a dance out of these girls, and sure enough it was a relaxed and casual atmosphere. I would dance for a couple songs, go back to our table and drink a little beer, then run back and go dancing with another girl. One of the things I really enjoyed about salsa dancing vs. American dancing is there is a notable absence of "grinding", which I enjoy but tends to put a sexual feel into dancing. Salsa is more proper, with distance maintained between bodies that eliminates the sort of sexual tension that comes from two people rhythmically grinding their groins together.
The highlight of the evening was Josh's Chilean girlfriend, a seriously drunk middle-aged woman that he somehow ended up being followed by. He must have flirted with her briefly, but by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. The woman was hilarious, as she would not leave him alone, following him from the Salsoteca onto the street, then into another club. Friendly enough, but evidently hellbent on getting in Josh's pants. She was ultimately escorted out of the second club we went to, to the relief of Josh and amusement of others present.
Bedtime was achieved after 4 AM, closer to the vicinity of 5. I fell asleep heavily anticipating the next day, with the promise of fire spinning in the park....
The club had a 6 dollar entrance fee for hombres, with a half price charge for women which we all grudgingly forked over. Initially, the place was a dissapointment as well, with the time being close to midnight yet the place almost empty. I had my first pisco sour, of which had been talked about a lot, a mixture of Pisco (South American liquor) mixed with lemon and lime, and sometimes an egg white (?). The music was loud and festive, salsa being the flavor of the establishment obviously. As I worked on my pisco sour, I realized that all of sudden the club had gotten packed without me noticing it. As my inhibitions wore down thanks to the liquid courage, I slowly decided that I could and would dance, having taken only a couple hours of salsa lessons in Costa Rica yet ready to make up for any lack of knowledge with enthusiasm.
Sure enough, post-pisco sour I was out on the floor, sharing friendly dances with at least half of the girls on the trip. I love my girlfriend Carson back home, so I wasn't trying to get anything more then a dance out of these girls, and sure enough it was a relaxed and casual atmosphere. I would dance for a couple songs, go back to our table and drink a little beer, then run back and go dancing with another girl. One of the things I really enjoyed about salsa dancing vs. American dancing is there is a notable absence of "grinding", which I enjoy but tends to put a sexual feel into dancing. Salsa is more proper, with distance maintained between bodies that eliminates the sort of sexual tension that comes from two people rhythmically grinding their groins together.
The highlight of the evening was Josh's Chilean girlfriend, a seriously drunk middle-aged woman that he somehow ended up being followed by. He must have flirted with her briefly, but by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. The woman was hilarious, as she would not leave him alone, following him from the Salsoteca onto the street, then into another club. Friendly enough, but evidently hellbent on getting in Josh's pants. She was ultimately escorted out of the second club we went to, to the relief of Josh and amusement of others present.
Bedtime was achieved after 4 AM, closer to the vicinity of 5. I fell asleep heavily anticipating the next day, with the promise of fire spinning in the park....
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Neruda/Bellavista
The morning of Saturday we met at 11, although with no rush since our professor routinely seemed to show up at least half an hour late herself. We walked to the Metro in staggered groups, as Neruda's house wasn't big enough for the entire group to tour. Subway passes were purchased for us, with a colorful "Bip!" labeled across the front of my card. People would like the Boston subway system more if there was a funny word on every CharlieCard...ok maybe not but hey not the worst idea...
Anyways, we ended up in the Barrio Bellavista, the artsiest/most bohemian neighborhood in Santiago, about 5 stops only away from our subway stop, Tobalaba. The neighborhood seemed bustling, with a giant park near the stop as a contrast, complete with flowing river nearby. Santiago was definitely an interesting city as I would learn, with such a varied amount of architectural styles and influences fused together. It reminded me of Boulder, CO, which I briefly visited, with the omnipresent power of the mountains constantly visible in the horizon. Someone made an interesting point several days later while on the bus, that almost all of the buildings in Santiago ended before the snowtops, suggested as intentional so that Chileans can always have a good view of the mountains. Definitely a possibility...
So after walking through the nieghborhood (myself excitedly grabbing shots of street art with my 3 day-old camera, a gift from the parental unit prior to departure), we arrived at La Villa Pablo Neruda. I have heard of his name before, but knew extremely little about him otherwise, and was expecting a rather boring, predictable tour. However, our guide was an extremely talkative, outspoken individual, who started with explaining Neruda's signifigance. Going beyond a famous author, Neruda was closer to a rock star in his time, serving as a senator of Chile, drinking comrades with such early 20th century luminaries as Hemingway, Picasso, and Dali among others, as well as being Chile's best loved author/poet. He wrote 48 books during his lifetime, as well as a wide assortment of smaller poems, in a wide range of styles from surrealist to observational to odes in praise of common items. Our tour guide's passionate description of his style and methods made me very interested in reading some of his work, a small sample of which I have perused online and indeed enjoyed highly.
That being said, Neruda's house turned out to be quite interesting. He maintained a large collection of random objects like cups, dishes, books, and essentially anything non-collectible (he did NOT collect stamps for example). His collections had been ransacked during the military coup of the 70's, but the remnants alone served as a memorial to ridiculous collections. His entire house was designed to evoke a ship as well, complete with portholes, rolling decks, and marine equipment everywhere. What a trip... The view from his balcony was quite nice indeed...
Following Neruda's house, we absconded for a group lunch at a nearby Chilean restaraunt. Shellfish with cheese were ordered as an appetizer, since the Chileans have an impressive reputation for high-quality seafood. I did not partake myself, being the strange vegetarian I am (shrimp is allowed, vegetables not so much...) Wine flowed profusely at the lunch, including a fruity white wine complete with fruit in the pitcher as well as a uniquely Chilean type of vino, a Carmenere. I had an extremely enjoyable talk with my professor about life, food, and meditation, among other topics.
After lunch, the majority of the group went back to the hotel, but me and a few friends went exploring, since the professor had told me that gente spin fire in the parque across from the subway. Being a complete and total fire spinning fanatic, this needless to say got me very excited and determined to find out more about this. I had my sock poi that day in my bag, so as we strolled through the park I was spinning the whole time, a sort of badge on my shoulder if you will. Sure enough, we saw a woman after a while spinning flag poi, and she directed us to the Museo, where she said people spun fire at night.
We saw some knife jugglers at an intersection busquing for change, and went over to talk to them about it. Very friendly folks, who informed us that on Domingos (Sunday), the next day, there was fire spinning in the parque after dark. It had taken me all of 24 hours to find the fire spinners, go figure...Since there were none that day, we said goodbye and headed back to the hotel. I felt exstatic that the next day we would be (hopefully) hanging out and spinning fire, something I have an addiction for and need to do multiple times a week. Fire spinning is a drug just like anything else, and an addictive one at that...
Anyways, we ended up in the Barrio Bellavista, the artsiest/most bohemian neighborhood in Santiago, about 5 stops only away from our subway stop, Tobalaba. The neighborhood seemed bustling, with a giant park near the stop as a contrast, complete with flowing river nearby. Santiago was definitely an interesting city as I would learn, with such a varied amount of architectural styles and influences fused together. It reminded me of Boulder, CO, which I briefly visited, with the omnipresent power of the mountains constantly visible in the horizon. Someone made an interesting point several days later while on the bus, that almost all of the buildings in Santiago ended before the snowtops, suggested as intentional so that Chileans can always have a good view of the mountains. Definitely a possibility...
So after walking through the nieghborhood (myself excitedly grabbing shots of street art with my 3 day-old camera, a gift from the parental unit prior to departure), we arrived at La Villa Pablo Neruda. I have heard of his name before, but knew extremely little about him otherwise, and was expecting a rather boring, predictable tour. However, our guide was an extremely talkative, outspoken individual, who started with explaining Neruda's signifigance. Going beyond a famous author, Neruda was closer to a rock star in his time, serving as a senator of Chile, drinking comrades with such early 20th century luminaries as Hemingway, Picasso, and Dali among others, as well as being Chile's best loved author/poet. He wrote 48 books during his lifetime, as well as a wide assortment of smaller poems, in a wide range of styles from surrealist to observational to odes in praise of common items. Our tour guide's passionate description of his style and methods made me very interested in reading some of his work, a small sample of which I have perused online and indeed enjoyed highly.
That being said, Neruda's house turned out to be quite interesting. He maintained a large collection of random objects like cups, dishes, books, and essentially anything non-collectible (he did NOT collect stamps for example). His collections had been ransacked during the military coup of the 70's, but the remnants alone served as a memorial to ridiculous collections. His entire house was designed to evoke a ship as well, complete with portholes, rolling decks, and marine equipment everywhere. What a trip... The view from his balcony was quite nice indeed...
Following Neruda's house, we absconded for a group lunch at a nearby Chilean restaraunt. Shellfish with cheese were ordered as an appetizer, since the Chileans have an impressive reputation for high-quality seafood. I did not partake myself, being the strange vegetarian I am (shrimp is allowed, vegetables not so much...) Wine flowed profusely at the lunch, including a fruity white wine complete with fruit in the pitcher as well as a uniquely Chilean type of vino, a Carmenere. I had an extremely enjoyable talk with my professor about life, food, and meditation, among other topics.
After lunch, the majority of the group went back to the hotel, but me and a few friends went exploring, since the professor had told me that gente spin fire in the parque across from the subway. Being a complete and total fire spinning fanatic, this needless to say got me very excited and determined to find out more about this. I had my sock poi that day in my bag, so as we strolled through the park I was spinning the whole time, a sort of badge on my shoulder if you will. Sure enough, we saw a woman after a while spinning flag poi, and she directed us to the Museo, where she said people spun fire at night.
We saw some knife jugglers at an intersection busquing for change, and went over to talk to them about it. Very friendly folks, who informed us that on Domingos (Sunday), the next day, there was fire spinning in the parque after dark. It had taken me all of 24 hours to find the fire spinners, go figure...Since there were none that day, we said goodbye and headed back to the hotel. I felt exstatic that the next day we would be (hopefully) hanging out and spinning fire, something I have an addiction for and need to do multiple times a week. Fire spinning is a drug just like anything else, and an addictive one at that...
First night in town
After eating, I took a nap for a couple hours until we were scheduled to meet, at 5 PM outside the apartment. The reality of my surroundings had definitely not set in yet, but the Andes were definitely still there in the backdrop of the city despite the fading sunlight. We mingled, making the small talk that comes out of 25 or so strangers getting a feel for each other. The only person I vaguely knew was Kelly, who was extending her ticket like myself and whom with I had made plans to travel around afterwards. My roommate Zack definitely seemed cool, as well as the only other 3 guys on the trip, Danny, Josh, and Eddie (compared to some 2o girls or so). Eddie was slightly on the more uptight side, but explained since he was older then all of us/a grad student, ex military on top of it.
We all walked through the neighborhood, on our way to finding a restaraunt that would fit the entire group. The Chilean version of Hard Rock Cafe was our final destination, a Western-style commercialish establishment, complete with kareoke, sombreros on the walls, and funky old pianos in the corner. Meals were on the school's bill, so I ordered quesadillas and a large beer, as well as choosing a unique type of french fry (tiny, miniature potatos, sort of like the potato sticks in a can back from the day...) to share. Dinner was fun, as we all enjoyed a few drinks and getting to know each other. The under 21 year old kids in particular seemed to really enjoy the 18+ drinking age, something I very much fondly remember myself from past travels.
Josh convinced one of the girls to duet with him on a classic Grease song after dinner on the kareoke machine, which had the local Chilean patrons smiling and singing along with him. Some of the girls on our floor had stopped by our apartment to say hello, and had been impressed with our bar, so our spot was suggested for the dinner afterparty. Despite the long traveling we had been through, a decent handful of people showed up, beer and wine was consumed as well as laptop music (I had conveniently forgotten to pack my portable speakers) as we all started to realize we were going to be sleeping in South America for the first night of what looked to be an exciting month. Optimism, adrenaline, happiness were only a few of the emotions I was feeling that evening as I blissfully fell asleep in my 3X rockpaperscissors-won room, enjoying the queen size bed I had won vs. the alternative, a tiny room with bunkbeds that Zack had to take as loser.
Anticipation for the next day was definitely high, Pablo Neruda's house and discos being only a few things on the agenda.
We all walked through the neighborhood, on our way to finding a restaraunt that would fit the entire group. The Chilean version of Hard Rock Cafe was our final destination, a Western-style commercialish establishment, complete with kareoke, sombreros on the walls, and funky old pianos in the corner. Meals were on the school's bill, so I ordered quesadillas and a large beer, as well as choosing a unique type of french fry (tiny, miniature potatos, sort of like the potato sticks in a can back from the day...) to share. Dinner was fun, as we all enjoyed a few drinks and getting to know each other. The under 21 year old kids in particular seemed to really enjoy the 18+ drinking age, something I very much fondly remember myself from past travels.
Josh convinced one of the girls to duet with him on a classic Grease song after dinner on the kareoke machine, which had the local Chilean patrons smiling and singing along with him. Some of the girls on our floor had stopped by our apartment to say hello, and had been impressed with our bar, so our spot was suggested for the dinner afterparty. Despite the long traveling we had been through, a decent handful of people showed up, beer and wine was consumed as well as laptop music (I had conveniently forgotten to pack my portable speakers) as we all started to realize we were going to be sleeping in South America for the first night of what looked to be an exciting month. Optimism, adrenaline, happiness were only a few of the emotions I was feeling that evening as I blissfully fell asleep in my 3X rockpaperscissors-won room, enjoying the queen size bed I had won vs. the alternative, a tiny room with bunkbeds that Zack had to take as loser.
Anticipation for the next day was definitely high, Pablo Neruda's house and discos being only a few things on the agenda.
First days in Santiago
We arrived on the morning of Friday, July 10 in Santiago, Chile. Nestled at the foothill of the Andes, it is very modern city with a colorful and lively history which we will learn much more about in the coming month. The plane trip had been about 15 hours total of traveling, with a $6.25 draft beer at the Dallas Airport to ease the transit. Sleep was not difficult in the slightest, with my exhausted self crashing hard after an all-night party in Boston as my last night in the US for 2 months...
The bus ride to Las Condes, our section of town, passed through a 3rd-world looking slum-like area of tin-roofed shacks, multitudes upon multitudes trailing into the distance. Chile was obviously still a 3rd world nation, although on the verge of being a 1st-world nation. Upon arrival at the apartments, I arranged to share living space with Zack Freeman, a super chill Seattle dude, and Eddie, a fairly uptight grad student/military type. Needless to say, Eddie moved out within a few days, claiming "quiet issues" and the need for personal space, but methinks in part due to our inclinations toward partying. The day was spent exploring our neighborhood, noting locations of useful places such as the gym and supermarket. The three of us walked to the supermarket after a coffee and empenada failed to curtail all hunger, purchasing a variety of groceries, which was made more interesting in that we had to decipher all the Spanish labels. Mi espanol, perfected during my summer abroad in Costa Rica, began crawling out of the hole in my brain where it had retreated to during lack of practice in the US. And of course, the almighty cerveza was purchased, 12 pack of Cristal by myself and 12 pack of Escudo acquired by Zack. Eddie was big into cooking, so when we got back we explored the kitchen and he cooked up an interesting dish of pasta, eggs, and vegetable stirfry...
More to follow, must leave for class soon...
The bus ride to Las Condes, our section of town, passed through a 3rd-world looking slum-like area of tin-roofed shacks, multitudes upon multitudes trailing into the distance. Chile was obviously still a 3rd world nation, although on the verge of being a 1st-world nation. Upon arrival at the apartments, I arranged to share living space with Zack Freeman, a super chill Seattle dude, and Eddie, a fairly uptight grad student/military type. Needless to say, Eddie moved out within a few days, claiming "quiet issues" and the need for personal space, but methinks in part due to our inclinations toward partying. The day was spent exploring our neighborhood, noting locations of useful places such as the gym and supermarket. The three of us walked to the supermarket after a coffee and empenada failed to curtail all hunger, purchasing a variety of groceries, which was made more interesting in that we had to decipher all the Spanish labels. Mi espanol, perfected during my summer abroad in Costa Rica, began crawling out of the hole in my brain where it had retreated to during lack of practice in the US. And of course, the almighty cerveza was purchased, 12 pack of Cristal by myself and 12 pack of Escudo acquired by Zack. Eddie was big into cooking, so when we got back we explored the kitchen and he cooked up an interesting dish of pasta, eggs, and vegetable stirfry...
More to follow, must leave for class soon...
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