Easter Island, Chile & Valparaiso, Chile
Our 1 pm flight was delayed until 6:45 and then until 11:30, so we spent much of the day in the Internet cafe buying, changing and canceling various reservations for the next few days. We ate a really delicious sushi dinner, followed by another tasty meal at Cafe Ra'a courtesy of LAN. The overnight flight to Santiago was short, just 3 1/2 hours - the worst kind of red-eye.
Saturday, October 9
We were successful public transportation users today- a pubic bus from the airport to Pajaritos, the Santiago bus station, a $7 ninety minute bus to the Valparaiso bus station, a local bus from the Valparaiso bus station to the bottom of Cerro Artilleria, and an ascensior to our hostel. We were staying at Hostal Portobello, which was great. We spent the day walking around Cerro Allegro and Cerro Concepcion. We had the longest lunch ever at Sabor Color, and dinner at Poblenou.
Sunday, October 10
|About to head up in an ascensior|
Monday, October 11, 2010
Valparaiso, Chile & Mendoza, Argentina
Our nine hour bus ride from Valpo to Mendoza took us high over the Andes. The spectacular scenery was enhanced by the spanish love songs (Muzak) being played at full volume from the speaker directly over our seats. Breaks in the long journey included our clearing customs when leaving Chile and entering Argentina. After waiting first to have our passports stamped to leave chile, we then waited in another line to have our passports stamped to enter Argentina. Once the entire bus had cleared customs and returned to their seats the driver announced in spanish that someone's bags were waiting to be searched (but because his message was in garbled, and extremely fast Spanish we only understood that there was a problem with a piece of luggage). Only after he came up to the upper deck where we were sitting and began pointing outside the bus did we see twinny brown (our bag!) sitting (locked) on the customs inspection table waiting for it's owner to unlock it so it could be inspected. I (Dave) then sheepishly walked down the aisle of the bus, down the steps and over to the bag, where, with the entire bus watching, the inspector aggressively rooted through my bag, holding up each of my shirts, pants, underwear and socks to be sure that there was no contraband. He found our bag-o-health especially interesting, waiving around all of Jesse's feminine products. I'm sure the entire right hand side of the bus that was watching and waiting for the inspection to end was equally fascinated. We eventually made it though without any further snafus and enjoyed the rest of the bus ride, including the bus company provided ham sandwiches (ew), a screening of Grown-ups (ugh, but did include a brief respite from the spanish Muzak), and our arrival in Mendoza.
|Party at the hostel|
Tuesday, October 12
Wednesday, October 13
|¿Quien es un buen perro?|
Thursday, October 14