It’s, like, so American here

I am now in Santiago where I am visiting my dear, long lost friend Mary, who moved here after Uni… it feels so good to see a familiar face. Finally I feel like I am gaining my personality and true identity back! What I mean is that here’s someone I can get emotional and nostalgic with and act like a freak around…there are so many wonderful people one meets whilst traveling but there’s really only time to let others into your life for a few days or weeks, and that is the maximum capacity in which they know you. And while I have connected with quite a few people thus far, it’s such a different energy with someone that knows your past. It kind of reminds you of who you are and you remember all your various dimensions that are often buried beneath a 1st-impression-surface when you first meet new peeps…I guess that’s the point of the “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold” song…

We went to a "trendy" Santiago cocktail joint and some press people asked if they could film us for their ad. See below for the ridiculous dance that ensued...

We went to a "trendy" Santiago cocktail joint and some press people asked if they could film us for their ad. A ridiculous dance ensued and if I ever find the video I'll send you the link.

 

pool time in da 'burbs de Santiago

pool time in da 'burbs de Santiago

Before getting here I spent some time in Pucon to finish off my Patagonian traipse in Chile’s Volcano region. Pucon is a resort-ish town for Chileans but is for some reason chock full of Israeli travelers…I was going to do a blog on the stereotypes of all the hoards of certain traveler nationalities (mostly Australians, Germans, Dutch, Irish, Brits) and how they all seem to congregate and find one another in the same place…but I deleted what I wrote for fear that the stereotypes might be misconceived (is that a word?) as my own opinions. I digress…So. Here’s what I did in Pucon, a beautiful town with lakes and volcanos and nature abound, devoted to new age hippies and Israeli’s.

1. Kayaked in some whitewater…again…and fell into the river upon a Class IV rapid…again…had to be rescued by the guide…again…finished the day off with some mediocre ice cream…not again

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2. Climbed Volcan Villarica. It was a walk in the park compared with my Huyana Potosi experience, which I think I secretly was craving and wanting to relive (so much so that I’ve added Nepal onto my itinerary to get some Himilayan peaks in on this trip.) Villarica was a good day-climb though, challenging enough but not to the point of tears like Huyana Potosi. Bonus was that it was a crazy windy day so not many were at the summit when I got there.

Volcan Villarica

Volcan Villarica

The "House of Spirits" at the summit

The "House of Spirits" at the summit

lovely day for a stroll, eh?

lovely day for a stroll, eh?

what a dork

what a dork

It’s amazing how once you cross the border into Chile the hostels are suddenly more expensive, the ice cream only mediocre, choripan stands non ubiquitous, shit food is suddenly back on the menu, humans are less fashionable…and many more differences I’ve witnessed now that I am in Santiago and find myself comparing it to Buenos Aires for no good reason other than that they are both capitals and more or less the same longitude. I’m sure I’ll blog soon about the climbing obesity rate, latest fast food nation, and mall-obsessed culture that seems to have taken over the only first-world capital in South America…so get ready. I still like this city for what it is worth, biking through the smog, humming Cat Power under my breath under the palm trees on the wide boulevards in this massive sprawl as I cruise past the Dunkin’ Donuts and Subway chains. And nothing beats spending time with an old pal.

They love their plastic here

They love their plastic here

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~ by ceciliabien on March 16, 2009.

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