Casadetodos B&B Boutique
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... looking through some of his work. Lukas is actually an Italian (with a very long name) who loved painting Valparaiso but also did humorous sketches like those you might find in a newspaper as well as other iconic Chile images such as Isla de Pascua. After that we enjoyed a spot of aimless wandering, taking in the colourful streets around us without really knowing where we were going. Eventually we happened upon the Museo de Bellas Artes which we took a quick look ...
... a very philosophical Mexican guy called Dhyan. We are doing a similar route around South America, so I was looking forward to catching up with him at some point in my journey. From Valipariso to San Pedro de Atacama, it takes over 24hrs on a bus...hell no!!!! So, I stopped off in La Serena, famous for star gazing and pisco! I get to my hostel, Hostel Arbol, and bump into Dhyan again! Yay! We catchup, talk philosophical stuff and ...
... the airport, I could not find anything except taxis that wanted to take me on a 3-4 hour tour of Panama. I did think about it as it would have been nice to see everything in such a short time but even after he dropped the price to 65 USD, I still didn't really want to spend that much on it. I went back inside to speak with someone at the information desk and was told that there was, in fact, a bus but that it was a short walk from the ...
... Knowing not much more about him then a name
And with a voice in my head through his doors did i stroll
Like the first days of school, not knowing what to expect
Collections in every corner
Figureheads watching over a room
Perfectly selected pieces
Rooms shaped like a ship
Big windows to the sea
Bells to ring out the front
This land captain knows what ...
... three houses of Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet (Mr H has never heard of him), but found it was closing early, so just took a couple of snaps of the outside. Then, it was siesta time (I love this country). We woke late and set off in search of food again. This time, we found an Italian style restaurant, where I had a lovely pasta dish, and Mr H ate half a pig, in the form of a giant pork loin. Feeling stuffed, we ambled back to our hostel for the ...