Spring! |
It's getting close to midnight, and
traffic has slowed down on 'Bellavista', the avenue hugging the
Santiago arts district of the same name. A couple of blocks away from
the 'Nomades' hostel night life will be in full swing, but here in
the hostel it is pretty quiet. It is not one of the 'party hostels'
of which there are a good number in every city and from which we've
tried to stay away: at our age sleep is precious when you are on the
road, especially if you're still suffering a bit from jet lag.
Our flights from Edmonton to Toronto
and Toronto to Santiago on Saturday were uneventful. Security didn't
seem to be any tighter than before the Paris attacks, but I'm sure
security measures were followed strictly.
We arrived in Santiago a little after
noon. We had the address of our hostel and, with the help of a tiny
street map we had saved from the hostel we stayed at five years ago,
found its approximate location. There was plenty of daylight left to
get there, and soon we had located the bus station at the airport.
Johann handed the driver the fare, but to our surprise he stopped us
and said something we didn't understand. So soon after landing
Spanish was still even more of a foreign language than it should be,
and will be again in a little while. He said something about 'ojos'
(eyes), and pointed to his fare box. Hmmm – what was wrong? And why
did he hand us so much change? After a moment it dawned on us: the
Chilean currency with its many zeroes had fooled Johann into paying
ten times the amount we needed. Luckily the bus driver was honest; we
likely wouldn't have noticed until it was too late. It takes a little
while to get used to dealing in thousands. A Canadian dollar equals
about 500 Chilean pesos at the moment. Johann might have clued in
quicker if we had changed money recently, but this was left over from
our Chile trip five years ago.
We got off the bus at the 'Pajaritos'
stop where we could connect to the metro, a
great way to traverse distance in a big city. Some names still
sounded familiar: Estación
Central, Los Héroes,
Universidad de Chile ... Our final station was Baquedano, from where
it was only a short walk to our hostel.
Once
we had checked in we walked to the centre of the city, the 'Plaza de
Armas', to find an ATM. We enjoyed the walk through beautiful 'Parque
Forestal' to get there, and were clearly not the only ones doing so.
Everywhere on the lawns couples were intertwined in tight embrace,
oblivious to the world around them. It's spring here, and they were
making the most of it. The Plaza de Armas was filled with families
with kids playing ball, eating ice cream – 'Helados, helados' –
sounded from street vendors with their little carts everywhere. Kids
in swim suits splashed in the fountains, others had their picture
taken on life-sized stuffed ponies or looked up to the mounted
policemen, eager to pet their horses. All was as it should be. We had
a beer in one of the many outside restaurants, watching the world go
by, happy to be back in South America.
Today
was a slow day, too. We slept in, then made our way to the bus
terminal at the Universidad de Chile and bought a ticket to Mendoza,
Argentina for tomorrow. Later in the afternoon we decided to walk up
to the 'Virgen', the statue of the Virgin Mary overlooking the city
from its highest point in the Parque Metropolitano, about 860m above
sea level (the city itself is about 500m lower). It was a much longer
walk than we had anticipated since a security officer stopped us from
taking one of the many small walking paths. He pointed out the danger
to people who so obviously looked like foreigners – this, too, part
of being in a big city, unfortunately – and put us on a busy
walk/bikeway.
All
day it had been hazy, as so often in this city of five million
people. The Andes could just as well not have been there. The valley
is prone to smog, and we were very lucky five years ago when, just in
time for us to leave, the blue sky formed a beautiful backdrop to the
dazzling display of the snow-covered mountains. Today, we couldn't
see very far even from that high up, but on the way down the sun
appeared briefly just when it was setting, basking the city below in
a warm glow.
Tomorrow
morning we'll leave for Mendoza, a six or seven hour drive depending
on the time we need to cross the border. We plan to spend a couple of
days in the wine capital of Argentina before moving on to
destinations so far undetermined.
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