Thursday, December 6, 2007

Chaiten, Chile (revised!)

Apologies to those who read this blog before I edited it! The electricity in Chaiten went off as I was drafting. They announced the shutoff on the radio, and I had just enough time to publish as is. I{ve tried to fix the photos here, although I am creating more errors since I can{t make an apostrophe on this keyboard! -- K

Our friends from Colorado returned to the U.S. a couple of days ago, and now Gary and I are on our own again, heading farther south in Chile.

We went to a cultural encuentro in the village of Dalcahue, which reminded me of a county fair. There were lots of booths of traditional food. Behind each booth, there was an outdoor "kitchen" where the food was being prepared. I think this is what is known as an asado, or barbecue, but it is much more involved than any BBQ I´ve ever seen. People were roasting all kinds of meat on homemade spits with wooden poles that men turned by hand. Others made a kind of potato pancake that was made of dough wrapped around a giant rolling pin that someone turned over a fire. Others boiled empanadas or shellfish in a pot over an open fire.



But the most exciting part of the festival was the house moving. They attached cattle to yokes, and the cattle pulled a cross across a field and through a swamp as a couple hundred spectators ran along side it! This is an important tradition here, although I don{t exactly understand why!



We spent a night in Quellón, on the southern end of Isla Chiloé. Quellón also happens to be at the south end of the Pan American Highway, which stretches up through South America, through Mexico City and through Fairbanks, Alaska. We stayed in a hotel, a bit upscale compared to our usual hospedaje digs, with big windows overlooking the ocean. From our room, we watched the sun set over the water. This town is very pretty, but it´s ALWAYS RAINING! This is a lot like the trip we took a few years ago, up coastal British Columbia and Alaska.

Yesterday we took an all-day ferry ride back to the mainland of Chile, to the village of Chaitén. The only way to get to Chaitén from the north is by boat, but there is a highway heading south, which we will take. This highway is relatively new and has helped connect southern Chile to the rest of the country, although I´ve heard that the highway is unpaved for the most part, and we´ve noticed that bus tickets are more expensive down here. There is one ATM in town, which doesn´t accept my card, but luckily I got some extra cash before coming here.

Finding lodging can be interesting in Chile. What often happens is that we get off a ferry or bus and a woman approaches us offering a room. These are small time business people who rent out a few rooms in their house. They are often the cheapest places to stay, and nice because we get access to the kitchen and sometimes the clothes washing machine.

In Chaitén, we were approached by a woman offering a room for 5,000 pesos per person (US $10), with free breakfast and internet access. A second woman ran up shouting that she had a room for 4,000 pesos per person (US $8). We chose the first place, based on gut instinct I think. As our new hosts drove us to the hospedaje, the woman we didn´t choose gave our new hosts the bird.

Like most hospedajes, our room is very basic, just a room with a bed, and a shared bathroom. Downstairs, there is a wood burning kitchen stove where if you´re lucky, the señora bakes bread. (Here, she makes toast on a Chilean toaster over a wood stove).



I was curious about the cheaper hospedaje, and so we checked it out today. Photo below. All I can say is that it looks like a farm labor camp to me. But this place is the exception, and most everywhere we have stayed has been decent, if very basic.



The rest of our pictures are on flickr, flickr.com/photos/kimigary. Look under Isla Chiloe and Chaiten for pictures corresponding to this blog entry.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kimi,
Thanks for continuing to blog, and to share your adventures. Where will you be spending Christmas and New Year?
Eileen

Anonymous said...

Hi Kimi and Gary,
Eeek, yeah, labor camp indeed! Happy December! It's still sunny and 55 in Colorado!
love,
MJ

Anonymous said...

Hi Kimi & Gary,

Your photos and descriptions continue to be awsome. I have another friend here who has traveled in that area - sooooo beautiful! How fabulous you had visitors, too. As you're heading toward summer there, winter seems to be around the corner here. Lots of snow in the high country. Tom and I are headed to NM tomorrow - SF - art trip. Thanks so much the vivid descriptions and sharing your journey! Big Hugs!
love sue

duke of taos said...

I see that you and gary are happy. What is it that you want to discover on your journey?
After reading this poem I gave her The Amilia Lujan Memorial Award. Che Guverra still lives on in the history and the people of South America.

CHE GUEVARA, 40 YEARS
AND THE STRUGGLE GOES ON
 
 
The stars don't prepare
themselves to die.
To the contrary,
life gets ready to receive you,
Commander Che Guevara.
 
The pitiful lackeys of the CIA
the most powerful imperialist
organization of the world,
determined that it was not
possible any longer to let you
command the second
Latin American independence.
 
They shot the assassin bullet,
they cut your hands, and
they tried to intimidate us
with your death.
 
They were wrong. That day
we joined the struggle. Since then
with your ideals, with Inti,
with all who wish to be free;
the fight goes on until victory
ALWAYS.
 
TERESINKA PEREIRA
October 8, 2007.

Anonymous said...

Dear Kimi and Gary,

Your tales of adventure are wonderful to read, with beautiful pictures to illustrate the stories. We send warm hugs from the frozen north . . .

Hedi and family

Anonymous said...

Molly Leroy and Peaches said hello we love you and wish you happy journey.

THE MOMENT
 
The moment is yours.
You may use it like the rose,
or make it to last like the oak tree.
 
The present always will be precious,
deeply sensible and relentless.
 
Others say that
the momentaneous rose
only exists to hide
the thorns of passion.
 
Enjoy the ethereal hope
of the flowers which drowns
in time without even touching
their desire.
 
TERESINKA  PEREIRA

PERJURER

Am I the only one
to fail to carry out
a love promise?

So much vengeance
you put into my day,
falsifying my infinite
inquisition about
the mental poverty
of the human animal!

My hunger for time
feeds itself on the absolute.
Enlarge your desire
in order to see that
I am the right one.

TERESINKA PEREIRA