I Walk In The Park
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I will miss Puerto Montt and the routine that I have become accustom to. The warm hotel with the steaming hot showers, the fabulous restaurant with 3 course meals, American Channels on the flat screen TV, and the little chocolates left on my bed every night by the turn down service. I will miss walking to school every morning and laughing to myself every time I see the sign for Moe's Tavern. If you have every watched the "Simpson’s" you will know that MOE’S is the bar that Homer goes often, and Bart calls to make prank phone calls
It is now Sunday July 26th, and we take a bus to Puerto Varas and the great thing about Chile is that it never costs very much to travel by bus. From Puerto Montt to Puerto Varas the fare was $700 pesos ($2.80 USD for roundtrip ticket). That is not bad for a 20 minute bus ride. Puerto Varas is a town surrounded by a lake. Unlike Parral it has lots of large beautiful hotels for tourists and while in Puerto Varas you feel as if you were in a small European village.
When we arrive to Puerto Varas we go, straight away, to Shelly’s house. She needed to pick up some money for our day trip, which gave us the opportunity to see more of the city. Her home (the home of her host family) was very quaint, but what would a house in a small Chilean town be without a flock of chickens roaming around the yard. These chickens were plump and adorned with plush earth toned feathers. Inside the house was warm and cozy and decorated in a bohemian fashion as if Chilean Hippies lived there
Just when I think that nothing else can surprise me in Chile from the window I see the strangest sight. The craziest chicken I have ever seen in my life. I thought Pookie was odd (Crackhen from a previous blog) but she had nothing on Ella. I call her Ella because this buxom bird stood out from all the rest. in Spanish Ella (pronounced AA-YA) means she or her, but the name Ella brings a picture in my mind of a robust, no nonsense sassy woman like Ella Fitzgerald. Her feathers were frazzled and disheveled making her look much larger than normal. I don’t know how she came to look that way but the look matched her demeanor even the cone on her head looks like one of Ella Fitzgerald’s wigs. She strutted around the pen, head held high as if to say,”The Queen has arrived make way!” I almost expect her to belt out a verse of “I Gotta Right To Sing the Blues.”
We leave the house and decide to take a walk to the local grocery store, Santa Isabel, to buy lunch
The park was unbelievable; living in a big city I often forget that there are virgin places in the world untouched by commercialism and high rise construction, void of brutally piercing resonance of rush hour traffic, and unblemished by discarded waste and debris. Trees sprung from the ground to mammoth heights. I walk in like Alice through the looking glass, the world behind me disappeared leaving only a faint memory of a former reality (cost of admission to the park $2Mil pesos = $4 USD). The air was chilled by the crisp winter breeze, and I was in need of a hat and gloves
We venture on down the path and cross a bridge and waiting for us at the end of the path was a rushing waterfall. The thunderous sound of the water breaking against the rocks could be heard even before we made it to the end of the path, like the suspenseful music in a movie leading to a climactic episode. The vibrant water, pouring swiftly into the basin below, was creating a masterpiece of sound and color. The frothy white waves emptying into a turquoise blue, the kind of colors only seen if fine hand guided jewelry. We stood in awe drinking in, with inaudible amazement, the wonder and beauty of nature in its rawest form.
We continue to walk following one trail after another, talking pictures of everything that we saw. If only the lens could capture these moments the way my eyes saw them, that I might share this memory with others more accurately. Unfortunately there are some things in life that cannot be reproduced; a picture is worth a thousand words but a memory is priceless
The day had passed so quickly and soon the park would close and we would have to leave our little piece of paradise. I don’t believe in Heaven on Earth, but I do believe that only an Almighty God could be so awesome as to make places such as this for even the lowly of creatures to enjoy. You could hear peace whispering through the trees, and joy laughing in waves against every rock. We wait about 15 minutes for the last bus to Puerto Varas to arrive. Five city slickers reflect on their day in the wilderness. It was a good day and a perfect end to a long week
We take the bus to Puerto Varas and then another to Puerto Montt. By the time we got our luggage from the hotel we had missed the last bus to Chiloe, a small island off the coast of Chile. We would stay another night in Puerto Montt and leave for Chiloe in the morning. We say goodbye to Francisco, he has been our companion and partner in crime for the past week. He took his vacation a week earlier (his school has a different vacation schedule) so we will not be accompanying us to Chiloe. He has been the man in our little quartet, the lone rooster in this small flock of hens (I don’t know why I use so many barnyard references). He has become like our little brother. We tease him; beat him up, still keeping a protective watch over him
We buy our ticket for Chiloe and ask the cashier if there was lodging near by. Within 2 blocks there were 2 hotels and a hostel. We chose the hostel because it is cheaper and we are traveling on a budget. Plus the sign on the door advertised free WiFi, private bathroom, and cable TV and for $6 Mil ($12 USD) we could not beat that with a stick. We lug our bags up 2 LONG FLIGHTS OF STARES to a freezing room with 3 beds. It wasn’t as nice like the Ritz Carlton (Heck it wasn’t as nice as a Ritz Cracker) but is was a place to lay our heads and that was very important at this stage of the game.
We still had some food left so we decided we would walk to the store and buy some bread and have a beverage, bread with palta (avocado) fruit, pastries and chips for dinner. I think that I have been in Chile for too long because that actually sounded delicious at the time. Because it is Sunday all of the stores are closed; the days have just melted into each other and we forgot what day it was. I spot a street vender and see that they are selling Completos (hotdogs). I am sure they will have bread so we walk over and ask if we could just by the bread and maybe something to drink
Thanks for giving me a little bit of you time and remember to embrace the great outdoors and do your part to protect our planet it’s the only one we’ve got.