Los Rosales Apart Hotel Las Condes
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After a delicious breakfast with eggs and longaniza, local sausage, the Flores family made their way to the vineyard of Concha y Toro for a guided tour and some wine tasting of course. We had the opportunity to see the famous "Casillero del Diablo"which is the well known wine brand of the same name. Then back to Santiago to return the ...
... on to explore Santa Lucía hill. Originally used as a lookout point for reconnaissance and later a monastery, this hill is now a large park with elaborate staircases and a restored version of Fort Hildago. The top of the fort provides great panoramic views of the city and the haze of air pollution that was well developed by the time we made our climb We had considered hiking Cerro San Cristóbal, a large hill on one side of the city, but ...
... who had been in chile for 4 years. We talked for around 4 hours, they showed me the room which is HUGE (also rare in chule) with a double bed, and even a tiny balcony I can fit on if I stand sideways and don't move. We all clicked straight away. They're slightly left of centre, with spiritual socialist views. Sharing avocado and tomato on fresh crusty rolls, they offered me the apartment to move in November 4. I couldn't believe it. I'd been here less than ...
... a remarkable high altitude football game against locals in this tiny town on our second night beating them in a 3-2 nail biter to add to the list of South Americans we have schooled at their own game. Sawcy stuff too, Dolmio have been getting in touch for a feature.
The third day held in store on of the most anticipated moments of the entire trip - traversing the Salar de Uyuni. Julian and I had been snickering like a candy bar in anticipation of carrying out our ...
... Fairy Queen
If all the world were to melt and all the seas to forget,
I would still see you standing, flowing on mountain tops.
Arms aloft reaching for watery ships and snow petals,
Searching ever for the enchanting cloud and the dancing wind.
Deep in your reverie your hallucinations play children’s games,
Seeking for logs that are not sawn and tables with no legs.
Your own ...