Pictures on Flickr can be found here:
Paraguay https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607011216273/
https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72177720330003522/
Chile https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607011231603/
https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607007299952/
Argentina https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607013806781
https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607010477660/
https://www.flickr.com/photos/colinchurcher/albums/72157607010477694/
Sunday 22 October 1995
We had a pleasant breakfast with the
four Canadians. A waiter saw our guidebook on Chile and began
conversing with Mary. She was very pleased when he complimented her
on her Castellano, and even the Canadian sitting opposite her said he
was impressed. We've come to realize that a lot of our ability in
Castellano depends on context more than our knowledge of the
language. When your conversing about a certain subject, there are
certain obvious options of what is being said or asked at each step
of the conversation, and you can grasp a couple of words here and
there and fill in what the gaps must be from the context. So, you may
give the impression that you've understood every word that's been
said, when in fact you only caught one or two here and there and did
some good guessing in between, filled in with nodding and shrugging.
After breakfast we took a taxi to the
Alameda bus terminal. This was very efficient with full computer
reservations, tiled floors and TV arrival and departure monitors.
There was a 20-minute service to Vineyard del Mar and the next bus
left in 5 minutes. The uniform crew took out bags and gave us a check
receipt and the trip was very pleasant and comfortable. The hotel
O'Higgins is just a couple of blocks from the bus station and we
walked there. This is an old style hotel with an old hand driven Otis
elevator. Much brass work to be polished.
We went for a walk along the sea and
found a restaurant on the pier. All you can eat and drink (aperitifs,
wine and shopp), buffet lunch. It was quite good but there was a lot
of choice. We sat and watched the seabirds along the water as we ate
- boobies, terns, cormorants and pelicans. The water was cold and the
few who ventured in did not stay in too long. In the evening we went
along to the railway station to find out that there is a frequent
service of trains to Valparaiso.
Monday 23 October 1995
On our way to the railway station we
called into the bus station to find out about the buses for our
return to Santiago. It turns out they run at 15 minute intervals so
it is a question of just turning up when you want to leave. We took
the electric train from Vina del Mar to Valparaiso. This was pretty
good even though it was a few minutes late. A dog had been sleeping
on the platform and got on as well. It went under a seat where it was
hidden from the ticket collector's eyes by a lady's skirt. When she
got off, it moved under another lady's skirt. It got off before the
end of the line so it seems that it knew what it was doing. Perhaps
it commutes this way every day.
We went to the end of the line at
Puerto and walked past a ship's chandler's and fish and chip shops (a
cat was sleeping in a fish box) to the bottom of the Bella Vista
funicula. We walked around the top and then found a way down,
encountering many very mangy cats on the way. We called in at the
Chandler and decided to get a brass portal ship's clock and matching
barometer. They are beautiful but we would need to find a way of
carrying them. We found a nice restaurant called Bar Ingles, for
lunch. The special was conger eel which was very good. There was an
all male birthday party going on at the next table complete with
party hats, noise makers and streamers. The center of attraction was
quite embarrassed, especially when the well built waitress kissed
him. All the men kept their party hats on throughout the meal except
for one who was too embarrassed.
Several people warned us on the streets
to be careful as tourists and we decided to get an early train back
to Vina del Mar. We tried to eat dinner at a Basque restaurant but
were thwarted by the Latin pension for eating late. It looked closed
so we ate at another one only to pass the Basque one fully open as we
walked back to the hotel. We started with avocado and Mary had filet
mignon with mushrooms while Colin had jardin de mariscos. We've come
to realize that appetizers are the same in Paraguay, Chile and
Argentina: palta (avocado) topped with your choice of chicken or
chopped up ham, hearts of palm, and salads composed of lettuce,
tomato, carrot and beets.
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