Hotel Antofagasta

... curu (koju sam upoznala u vina del maru) i jos mi objasnjava kako je on drugaciji od drugih cileanaca i kako on ne vara, za razliku od drugih. Da da. Da sam ja htjela, prevario bi on tu svoju curu vec 15 puta. Kad ovdje kazes ne, nista im to ne znaci, makar ponavljao 15 puta. Ali ja imam moc suptilnoga vrijedanja ljudi (hvala braco na poduci!!) i (kako mi je rekao couchsurfer u santiagu) nisam bas zenstvena tako da uz pomoc toga, nakon upornoga ponavljanja „sale“ (bjezi ...

... into Residencial El Cobre, a hostal in the center recommended by my Bradt guide. At first you could tell that it was dark and somewhat run down, but not that you haven´t seen run down places in South America (or even the US) before. They tried to make the room somewhat perky with light purple walls. (Why do hostels always use the brightest paint colors in the oddest combinations?) The bed was not inviting, but ...

... toilet cubicle, stroking the image of his trashy dream whilst the bullies broke the doors of his castle. Tropical Victor, allergic to the cold, with a hatred of Gothic fortitude and no stomach for dissecting corpses. How his parents wrung their hands as they thought of the terrible lack of future in store for him, a man of their kin, their blooline, working supermarket shelves or painted orange and hawking budget flights in some godforsaken travel agency ...

... there was amazing! The best thing though has been spending Christmas with a Chilean family, its not that much different to Christmas in the UK (think my gifts and traditional UK Christmas stuff went down well), lots of visiting family (Benjamin, Pedros dad got dressed up as Santa to deliver gifts) and eating lots lol. Visited Pedro's aunt in Mejillones, a small village just outside of Antofagasta ...

... on the cliffs to pounce on us. Although, one of the girls on the tour, who is well equipped in the chest area, had her hair in pigtails one day, and one of the Dutch guys said to one of the Germans "It's Hiedi mit ze Grosse Booben!" She wasn't impressed. The next stop was Mano del Desierto, the big hand in the desert. It is supposed to be a symbol of environmental awareness, saying give a helping hand before we are over-powered by the ...

... temps de fer fotos (tot i que jo m'hagues parat 25 vegades... haguessim arribat demà passat). A mig camí, el "susto" del dia: Veig uns Caribinieri de lluny que em fan parar, de seguida sospito perquè, el camió que duia enganxat al derrara ara està tres quilòmetres lluny. Em paro i faig tanta cara inocent com puc(hi tinc pràctica des de petit). Em demanen la documentació i com veuen un carnet europeu, comença a dubtar - Sabe porque lo hemos detenido? - No ...

... que s'havia de sol·licitar amb uns quants dies d'anticipacio... cosa que havia fet). L'haurem de recollir d'aqui a quatre dies pel cami (esperem). Tot seguit ens hem perdut una miqueta per la ciutat, pero hem trobat l'hotel relativament rapid... en teoria, el bo, un de tres estrelles... que ho devia ser, pero fa vint anys enrera (ara es quedaria amb pensio i justet). No hem vull ni imaginar als que anirem a partir d'ara. Ja ho veieu... benvinguts a Sud-america ...

After a long night on the bus we wake up to endless desert as the sun rises. We see a really strange rock formation in the shape of a hand which is really cool abnd then eventually arrive in Antofagasta where we catch another bus which takes us out of town to a hostel which is pretty much in the middle of knowhere. After sitting outside for a while we are eventually let in where after waiting for a while for some other people to turn up (who never do) we catch ...

... existir. En tot cas i com sempre, va funcionar en termes de que no vaig coincidir amb cap problema. Així po, vaig seguir caminant en pos d'un llit on finalment passar l'espera de la meva estimada i vaig trobar un hostal, el més cutre en el que he dormit fins a dia d'avui en la meva vida, però amb un preu altament raonable per una habitació individual amb dutxa compartida: 5000 pesos xilens = 7€ aprox. Deixo les coses i surto a sopar mogut per la curiositat ...

Mon voyage en solitaire commenca plus que bien en etant invite a Coquimbo a dormir 2 nuits chez un couple fort sympathique. Le matin tres tot, Mario me laisse a une station service. Je tente desesperement de faire du stop...mais rien. Du coup, je decide de prendre une micro (mini-bus) pour aller a la sortie de Serena (la grande ville a cote). J'y vais, et je me retrouve contraint a marcher 6 km pour aller a la derniere station service avant le desert. Sur le chemin, un autre ...