So the show is all wrapped up now. I finished with 9 more days, mostly in Buenos Aires, but with a couple dips into other spots in the area. Buenos Aires was great. It's got tons of great turn of the century architecture, so I was able to amuse myself for a couple days just walking around the neighborhoods and soaking it all up. Other highlights include the food. Everybody talks about the great Argentinean steak, but while that was quite good, I generally preferred the more sophisticated restaurants where you'd get cuisine prepared with a little more flair and panache to the parrilla joints where you pick up a mountainous pile of grilled meat with side salads and bread. The highlight was the 8-course me we got at Pura Tierra on Thursday (thanks for the tip, Audi!). All 8 courses were at least very good, and often excellent, and we were able to get a wine pairing including 4 full glasses. We actually ended up getting more as they were actually refilling our glasses as we emptied them. Due to the quantity of wine consumed, I’m a little foggy on what all the different courses were, but overall it was a fantastic experience, particularly when you consider that this feast cost us a paltry $65 each.
The other big food highlight is the Italian grub. Because there were so many Italian immigrants to Argentina, the Italian food is plentiful, of generally very good quality, and an excellent value just like everything else you put in your stomach there. The highlight here was the house-made black squid-ink seafood pasta I had right before skipping town on Saturday night. And as with any place with serious Italian roots, there’s great gelato. Several times I ended up skipping breakfast so I could have gelato for my first meal of the day.
While there I of course did a lot of your standard BA stuff: went to the Recoleta cemetery, caught a tango show, went to a milonga/tango club, Boca, did some shopping, etc. The tango show we went to was touristy, but really fantastic. Laura, who is somewhat of an authority on such things, said it was by far the best tango performance she had ever seen. The tango club we went to afterwards was also pretty cool, although not being a tango dancer this got old for me pretty quick (social tango dancing isn’t exactly the most exciting spectator sport). Nevertheless, I think it’s obligatory to at least check out a milonga, so I went and watched Laura and all her tango pals dance around in slow circles for a couple hours while I pounded cocktails and empanadas.
While in BA I spent one day doing a day-trip to Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay. It’s a neat place, but I’m glad I just did a day-trip instead of spending the night like I had originally planned. You can easily check out all the historic parts of the city in a couple hours. Also, the place really slows down at night and there aren’t very many interesting places to eat at after 4:00 PM. This was particularly aggravating for me as I wanted to get a second nice meal in before catching the ferry back across the delta to Buenos Aires. As a result, I had to settle for a basic parilla place and some blood sausage. Don’t get me wrong, I love blood sausage, but the same thing is available all over Argentina and I was hoping to partake in that reputedly great Uruguayan seafood instead. There was, however, plenty of opportunity to suck down some Uruguayan wine. What I had I was pretty impressed with.
After arriving in Buenos Aires we also took a 2-day trip with Laura’s aunt and uncle to their vacation house in a small beach town called San Clemente a few hours south of BA. Since school had recently started in Argentina, the place had officially hit the off-season and things were pretty slow as a result. It was also a bit more mellow since our buddy Diego wasn’t able to join us, so it was a pretty small crowd. It was nice to relax for a couple days, though. We hit the beach, drove around in her uncle’s ATV, hit the saltwater springs and spa, and got to enjoy her uncle’s fantastic cooking a couple times.
Overall this was a really great trip. I could definitely go back to any of these countries a second time. I think I’d like to do Bolivia, possibly some of Peru, and the northern parts of Chile and Argentina (Atacama desert, Salta, Iguazu) for one trip. I could easily make a trip out of southern Argentina and Chile (Torres del Paine, Tierra del Fuego, Perito Moreno Glacier, Lakes District), as well. There are some spots I’d like to put more due-diligence into Colombia on, too, particularly other areas on the Caribbean coast and some of the archaeological sights in the southwest. Looks like I’ll have plenty of tough decisions to make for next year…
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Córdoba
Córdoba was a cute little town. Based on some feedback Laura passed on from some Argentinean friends, I was a little concerned, but apparently there was nothing to worry about. I really enjoyed the place. It has several of the most beautiful churches I’ve seen outside of Europe, a really atmospheric pedestrian part to the town center, and a very lively and upbeat vibe due to all the young people there for the various universities (do the words “eye candy” mean anything?). While it’s not exactly Paris, it was well worth a one day stop on the way to BA from Mendoza.
It seemed to be a pretty religious town, and because I got there late in the afternoon by the time I set out most of the churches were having services. In some ways this was good as it allowed me to get in and take photos, although I had to be pretty discrete and couldn’t take many. I didn’t want to appear to be the jackass tourist taking photos during mass. I realize that I was, in fact, a jackass tourist taking photos during mass, but at least I didn’t want to advertise the fact, right?
It seemed to be a pretty religious town, and because I got there late in the afternoon by the time I set out most of the churches were having services. In some ways this was good as it allowed me to get in and take photos, although I had to be pretty discrete and couldn’t take many. I didn’t want to appear to be the jackass tourist taking photos during mass. I realize that I was, in fact, a jackass tourist taking photos during mass, but at least I didn’t want to advertise the fact, right?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Mendoza
Everybody reading this probably already knows what I spent my time doing in Mendoza. I got a jump on the wine tasting my first full day by taking a full-day up-market winery tour in the Lujan de Cuyo wine region with a group of 5 other people I had arranged ahead of time. It was pretty pricey by Argentine standards, but was well worth it. The tour at the first winery was absolutely fabulous, as were the wines (if you can find them in stores in the US, check out the higher-end lines of Bodega Benagas). While definitely not at the same level, the other winery tastings and tours were nice as well, and the lunch we had at the restaurant of one of the wineries was absolutely superb. Of course, the entrée was a perfectly juicy and tender (despite being slightly overcooked) Argentinean steak.
I had planned on doing some more tasting that night, but my palate was still pretty burnt out. Instead I just recouped a bit in my hotel and then hit dinner at a place recommended by the sommelier that led our tour that day. It certainly didn’t disappoint. Both the sweetbreads with a nectarine and torrontes chutney and the grilled pork chop with a blueberry malbec sauce were killer.
In contrast to my high-class testing setup on Monday, on Tuesday I went wine tasting with the riff-raff. There’s a very popular wine tasting bicycle route that a lot of people do in Mendoza. It’s in a town near Mendoza called Maipú which has a bunch of wineries conveniently located along a 10 km stretch of road. You just catch a bus there, rent a bike and get a trail map from any one of a numerous set of bicycle shops, and shove off. Although there are exceptions, the wineries on this route are more of the down-market or mass-market type (or both). The first place I went was a place the sommelier from Monday recommended, and that was a definite winner. It dropped off from there, though. In addition, much of the bike wasn’t particularly scenic (while a lot of Mendoza is stunning with all the vineyards with snow-capped mountains in the background, the city of Maipú isn’t exactly Oakville), and the road wasn’t very good for biking. There was no side path or groomed shoulder to the road, so you either had to ride in the narrow street and trust the cars coming behind you to avoid you, or you had to bike on the ungroomed side of the road which was riddled with rocks the size of softballs. In addition, the road was really lousy and had huge fissures in it. My prostate was killing me after about 20 minutes. As such, I didn’t stick around too long. I tasted at a couple wineries, grabbed some grub at one place, and split. The grub was actually the highlight of the ride. I got it from this really flash winery that would fit right in at Napa which had phenomenally good sandwiches, although the wine there was pretty unimpressive.
Leaving early allowed time for me to hit the big wine bar in downtown Mendoza that evening. I ended up being pretty popular as I brought a rare bottle of wine that the guide of my fancy tour gave me as a gift. I brought it out as I didn’t want to pack it in my luggage on my next several flights, so I was planning on having it with dinner. Instead, we pulled the cork on it at the wine bar and we passed it around amongst the staff for tasting.
After that it was to what was supposedly the best parrilla in town for some traditional Argentinean asado. The grilled meats I got were OK, flavorful but a little too tough, and once again the side salad of tomatoes and onion came out undressed. C’mon man! Undressed salad! WTF! It wasn’t even seasoned! How in the name of Christ can you create a tomato salad without any salt? Unseasoned tomatoes are an abomination unto man, as far as I’m concerned (as is unseasoned anything, for that matter, but particularly tomatoes). This is apparently a situation I’m going to have to adapt to around these parts. Maybe I need to start walking around with my own stash of sea salt and a pepper grinder.
Leaving culinary issues aside, if you want to check out some gorgeous Mendoza scenery you can do so here.
I had planned on doing some more tasting that night, but my palate was still pretty burnt out. Instead I just recouped a bit in my hotel and then hit dinner at a place recommended by the sommelier that led our tour that day. It certainly didn’t disappoint. Both the sweetbreads with a nectarine and torrontes chutney and the grilled pork chop with a blueberry malbec sauce were killer.
In contrast to my high-class testing setup on Monday, on Tuesday I went wine tasting with the riff-raff. There’s a very popular wine tasting bicycle route that a lot of people do in Mendoza. It’s in a town near Mendoza called Maipú which has a bunch of wineries conveniently located along a 10 km stretch of road. You just catch a bus there, rent a bike and get a trail map from any one of a numerous set of bicycle shops, and shove off. Although there are exceptions, the wineries on this route are more of the down-market or mass-market type (or both). The first place I went was a place the sommelier from Monday recommended, and that was a definite winner. It dropped off from there, though. In addition, much of the bike wasn’t particularly scenic (while a lot of Mendoza is stunning with all the vineyards with snow-capped mountains in the background, the city of Maipú isn’t exactly Oakville), and the road wasn’t very good for biking. There was no side path or groomed shoulder to the road, so you either had to ride in the narrow street and trust the cars coming behind you to avoid you, or you had to bike on the ungroomed side of the road which was riddled with rocks the size of softballs. In addition, the road was really lousy and had huge fissures in it. My prostate was killing me after about 20 minutes. As such, I didn’t stick around too long. I tasted at a couple wineries, grabbed some grub at one place, and split. The grub was actually the highlight of the ride. I got it from this really flash winery that would fit right in at Napa which had phenomenally good sandwiches, although the wine there was pretty unimpressive.
Leaving early allowed time for me to hit the big wine bar in downtown Mendoza that evening. I ended up being pretty popular as I brought a rare bottle of wine that the guide of my fancy tour gave me as a gift. I brought it out as I didn’t want to pack it in my luggage on my next several flights, so I was planning on having it with dinner. Instead, we pulled the cork on it at the wine bar and we passed it around amongst the staff for tasting.
After that it was to what was supposedly the best parrilla in town for some traditional Argentinean asado. The grilled meats I got were OK, flavorful but a little too tough, and once again the side salad of tomatoes and onion came out undressed. C’mon man! Undressed salad! WTF! It wasn’t even seasoned! How in the name of Christ can you create a tomato salad without any salt? Unseasoned tomatoes are an abomination unto man, as far as I’m concerned (as is unseasoned anything, for that matter, but particularly tomatoes). This is apparently a situation I’m going to have to adapt to around these parts. Maybe I need to start walking around with my own stash of sea salt and a pepper grinder.
Leaving culinary issues aside, if you want to check out some gorgeous Mendoza scenery you can do so here.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Chile
So I made it in and out of Chile with no incident. My flight from Bogota to Santiago was rescheduled a few days in advance to run an hour later, but aside from that it was right on time. There was apparently a lot of damage to the passenger terminal, so they had set up makeshift facilities for processing everyone. The kept us on the plane for about 15 minutes after we stopped while they removed all out bags and laid them out on the tarmac. We then disembarked the plane, picked our bag off the ground, and followed a set of orange street cones to one of those large while plastic tents where you might have an indoor wedding reception. Inside there they had set up the customs process with processing and baggage screening. After finishing that you just walked out to the airport parking lot where the different rental car and transportation companies were just set up on the sidewalk. You just popped by, waited for your ride, and then headed into the city. Overall, I was pretty impressed with the efficiency of the thing. I've certainly had much bigger hassles at the airport in my day.
In my 2 1/2 days there I never noticed too much damage in either Santiago or Valparaiso. Aside from the airport, I saw two bridge overpasses which had large fissures where the bridge met the land (although both were still open for traffic), one museum whose facade had crumbled a bit, and maybe 4-5 large broken pane glass windows. A few sights were also closed, including the museum with the crumbling facade, one other museum in Viña del Mar, the cable car that takes you to the top of the big hill in Santiago, and another hilltop viewpoint in the city. Aside from these few things, though, it seemed to be pretty much business as usual in the area. All the other museums were open and full of people, the restaurants and cafes were filled with people eating, drinking, and relaxing all weekend, and the night club I went to was packed with people at 3:00 AM. So while the quake obviously is dominating the news and conversation there, everyone seems to be moving on.
The city was really enjoyable. It's a pretty modern city, with lots of older beaux arts and other historical architecture thrown in which gives it a really nice flavor. I spent a full day walking the city center, and another day taking a day trip to Valparaíso. Valpo was really quaint, too, although it didn't pack quite the punch I was expecting. Being a UNESCO World Heritage City, I was expecting something really amazing. It was certainly nice and worth visiting, but I'm glad I didn't plan to spend more time there as it didn't quite live up to the extremely high expectations I had for it.
The food was generally pretty good in Chile, too. After spending 15 days in Colombia I was certainly ready for something different. The grub in Colombia was nice, but I had become thoroughly burnt-out on fried food after my first week (they deep fry damn near everything in that county outside of the really high-end restaurants). So I was really looking forward to some of that fresh Chilean seafood. The place I went on my first night didn’t disappoint. I had a grilled octopus with ratatouille and some kind of egg dough construction, a sautéed sea bass filet with assorted mushrooms and a porcini mushroom broth, and a light banana and mango soup with fresh berries for dessert, all of which were killer. I paired these with a Chilean Chardonnay and Pinot Noir, each of which drank like a bottle of fine Burgundy 3 times their price. If I recall correctly, this grand feast cost me a total of around $45 US.
After this I was figuring I was going to eat like a king every meal of the day the rest of my vacation. Unfortunately, it turns out the place I went to isn’t representative of the food scene as a whole. I went to the Santiago fish market the next morning, during which I hit one of the little mom-and pop stalls around the market for what I was expecting to be the best piece of swordfish I’d ever had. What they brought me smelled pretty bad, and tasted even worse. It took me 10 minutes to wash the nasty taste out of my mouth. They replaced it with something else, which while not rancid like the first item, was still a little underwhelming. I had a similar experience that night for dinner. At this place I ordered a Patagonian deer tenderloin which came out overcooked. I also had a salad with proscuitto which came out undressed and, as far as I could tell, unseasoned. Now, I can cut Colombia some slack from my particular brand of food fascism, but Chile? C’mon man! You’re a developed country! Undressed salad? WTF!!!
That being said, the quality of the food is still quite good, even when prepared without much flair or panache. They grow just about every kind of produce imaginable in Chile, so everything is very fresh. So even when things are prepared very simply, like a sautéed sea bream with (undressed!) avocado salad on the side, it’s still quite good. And you can always get the kind of modern preparation at upscale places, which will cost you just a fraction of what it would back home.
On Sunday I caught my bus to Mendoza. We can chalk this one up as yet another drive that is worth taking simply for the views, regardless of whether you need to get anywhere or not. Chile’s Maipo wine region is right by the city (it’s so close you can take a taxi to some of the wineries), so we passed though that on the way. Central Chile is a desert, so I got some really interesting photos of vineyards with the desert mountains in the background. The portion of the drive right before we got into Argentina was also a stunner. It’s a good thing Laura wasn’t with me, as you have to make about 30 hairpin turns in about 10 minutes for the steep climb right before the border, which given her bus travel issues would have undoubtedly ended with her lunch on the floor.
I also got some nice snaps on the Argentina side. I’ll get everything posted ASAP.
In my 2 1/2 days there I never noticed too much damage in either Santiago or Valparaiso. Aside from the airport, I saw two bridge overpasses which had large fissures where the bridge met the land (although both were still open for traffic), one museum whose facade had crumbled a bit, and maybe 4-5 large broken pane glass windows. A few sights were also closed, including the museum with the crumbling facade, one other museum in Viña del Mar, the cable car that takes you to the top of the big hill in Santiago, and another hilltop viewpoint in the city. Aside from these few things, though, it seemed to be pretty much business as usual in the area. All the other museums were open and full of people, the restaurants and cafes were filled with people eating, drinking, and relaxing all weekend, and the night club I went to was packed with people at 3:00 AM. So while the quake obviously is dominating the news and conversation there, everyone seems to be moving on.
The city was really enjoyable. It's a pretty modern city, with lots of older beaux arts and other historical architecture thrown in which gives it a really nice flavor. I spent a full day walking the city center, and another day taking a day trip to Valparaíso. Valpo was really quaint, too, although it didn't pack quite the punch I was expecting. Being a UNESCO World Heritage City, I was expecting something really amazing. It was certainly nice and worth visiting, but I'm glad I didn't plan to spend more time there as it didn't quite live up to the extremely high expectations I had for it.
The food was generally pretty good in Chile, too. After spending 15 days in Colombia I was certainly ready for something different. The grub in Colombia was nice, but I had become thoroughly burnt-out on fried food after my first week (they deep fry damn near everything in that county outside of the really high-end restaurants). So I was really looking forward to some of that fresh Chilean seafood. The place I went on my first night didn’t disappoint. I had a grilled octopus with ratatouille and some kind of egg dough construction, a sautéed sea bass filet with assorted mushrooms and a porcini mushroom broth, and a light banana and mango soup with fresh berries for dessert, all of which were killer. I paired these with a Chilean Chardonnay and Pinot Noir, each of which drank like a bottle of fine Burgundy 3 times their price. If I recall correctly, this grand feast cost me a total of around $45 US.
After this I was figuring I was going to eat like a king every meal of the day the rest of my vacation. Unfortunately, it turns out the place I went to isn’t representative of the food scene as a whole. I went to the Santiago fish market the next morning, during which I hit one of the little mom-and pop stalls around the market for what I was expecting to be the best piece of swordfish I’d ever had. What they brought me smelled pretty bad, and tasted even worse. It took me 10 minutes to wash the nasty taste out of my mouth. They replaced it with something else, which while not rancid like the first item, was still a little underwhelming. I had a similar experience that night for dinner. At this place I ordered a Patagonian deer tenderloin which came out overcooked. I also had a salad with proscuitto which came out undressed and, as far as I could tell, unseasoned. Now, I can cut Colombia some slack from my particular brand of food fascism, but Chile? C’mon man! You’re a developed country! Undressed salad? WTF!!!
That being said, the quality of the food is still quite good, even when prepared without much flair or panache. They grow just about every kind of produce imaginable in Chile, so everything is very fresh. So even when things are prepared very simply, like a sautéed sea bream with (undressed!) avocado salad on the side, it’s still quite good. And you can always get the kind of modern preparation at upscale places, which will cost you just a fraction of what it would back home.
On Sunday I caught my bus to Mendoza. We can chalk this one up as yet another drive that is worth taking simply for the views, regardless of whether you need to get anywhere or not. Chile’s Maipo wine region is right by the city (it’s so close you can take a taxi to some of the wineries), so we passed though that on the way. Central Chile is a desert, so I got some really interesting photos of vineyards with the desert mountains in the background. The portion of the drive right before we got into Argentina was also a stunner. It’s a good thing Laura wasn’t with me, as you have to make about 30 hairpin turns in about 10 minutes for the steep climb right before the border, which given her bus travel issues would have undoubtedly ended with her lunch on the floor.
I also got some nice snaps on the Argentina side. I’ll get everything posted ASAP.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Salento, Valle de Corcoca, and Bogota
After Medellín I headed to Salento, a small town in the Zona Cafeteria. I was considering plopping down a little extra cash and flying, but I’m really glad I didn’t, as I got in a great conversation with a charming woman that lives in the area and because, much as was the case with Santa Fe, the bus ride there had some really amazing scenery. In Colombia it appears that the bus rides are attractions in themselves.
It just got better from there. Salento is a small town in the region of the country where most of the coffee is produced. It was a puny little town, surrounded by coffee plantations and located nearby the Valle de Corcora. I was only there for one day and two nights. The first thing I did on the day I was there was take a long 6 hr hike in the Valle de Corcora. A lot of the scenery I saw on the hike was almost unbelievably beautiful. Just check out the photos and you’ll see (bear in mind, though, that it still doesn’t look nearly as impressive in the photos as it does in person).
In the afternoon I took a tour of a finca (coffee farm) run by the same British chap that owns the hostel I stayed in. He was a pretty engaging guy and the tour was really fascinating, even for a non-coffee drinker like me. The farm itself was really beautiful, too. I spent a fair amount of time just walking around the finca taking photos after he finished his tour.
One thing that really surprised me was the town itself. I arrived after dark, so I was under the impression that that town was in a valley or otherwise relatively flat area. I was pretty shocked when I woke up the next morning and walked out of my room and saw that the town was perched on the top of a mountain with hillsides and coffee plantations sprawled around it.
The next morning I took a short bus ride to Armenia where I caught my flight to Bogota.
I didn’t have much time in Bogota, and I knew I was going to have to spend a fair amount of time sorting out the deal with Chile, so I headed right out into sightseeing when I got there. Despite not getting in until 3:00, I was able to tick off all the historic sights on the first day. I was also able to catch up with a friend of a friend that happened to be in town for dinner and drinks.
One day two I did a couple other standard tourist things, and then spent a fair amount of time shopping. I won’t say what as I don’t want to spoil the surprise for somebody that I know will be reading this, but let’s just say it was good.
Bogota wasn’t my favorite city to visit, but I think that was partly due to where I was based and had to spend most of my time due to the locations of the tourist sights. Unlike the neighborhood where I stayed in Medellín, the neighborhood I was in was pretty gritty. Unfortunately, due to the short amount of time I had and the Chili mess, I had little time to explore the nicer neighborhoods farther north. I was able to get there for dinner with my pal on night one, though, and from what I saw I was pretty impressed. There were lots of nice restaurants and little cafes, which as I understand it is pretty characteristic of that part of town. I also didn’t have any time to really party at all. I suppose I’ll have to be a little more thorough next time I’m around.
It just got better from there. Salento is a small town in the region of the country where most of the coffee is produced. It was a puny little town, surrounded by coffee plantations and located nearby the Valle de Corcora. I was only there for one day and two nights. The first thing I did on the day I was there was take a long 6 hr hike in the Valle de Corcora. A lot of the scenery I saw on the hike was almost unbelievably beautiful. Just check out the photos and you’ll see (bear in mind, though, that it still doesn’t look nearly as impressive in the photos as it does in person).
In the afternoon I took a tour of a finca (coffee farm) run by the same British chap that owns the hostel I stayed in. He was a pretty engaging guy and the tour was really fascinating, even for a non-coffee drinker like me. The farm itself was really beautiful, too. I spent a fair amount of time just walking around the finca taking photos after he finished his tour.
One thing that really surprised me was the town itself. I arrived after dark, so I was under the impression that that town was in a valley or otherwise relatively flat area. I was pretty shocked when I woke up the next morning and walked out of my room and saw that the town was perched on the top of a mountain with hillsides and coffee plantations sprawled around it.
The next morning I took a short bus ride to Armenia where I caught my flight to Bogota.
I didn’t have much time in Bogota, and I knew I was going to have to spend a fair amount of time sorting out the deal with Chile, so I headed right out into sightseeing when I got there. Despite not getting in until 3:00, I was able to tick off all the historic sights on the first day. I was also able to catch up with a friend of a friend that happened to be in town for dinner and drinks.
One day two I did a couple other standard tourist things, and then spent a fair amount of time shopping. I won’t say what as I don’t want to spoil the surprise for somebody that I know will be reading this, but let’s just say it was good.
Bogota wasn’t my favorite city to visit, but I think that was partly due to where I was based and had to spend most of my time due to the locations of the tourist sights. Unlike the neighborhood where I stayed in Medellín, the neighborhood I was in was pretty gritty. Unfortunately, due to the short amount of time I had and the Chili mess, I had little time to explore the nicer neighborhoods farther north. I was able to get there for dinner with my pal on night one, though, and from what I saw I was pretty impressed. There were lots of nice restaurants and little cafes, which as I understand it is pretty characteristic of that part of town. I also didn’t have any time to really party at all. I suppose I’ll have to be a little more thorough next time I’m around.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Continuing to Chile
As it turns out, my flight tomorrow to Santiago is still going. The airport has had significant damage to its passenger terminal, so they've had to create makeshift facilities and as a result are only operating with 20% of their originally scheduled traffic, but as it turns out my flight is one of the 20% that is going. So for better or for worse, I’m continuing as originally planned.
So long as I can get there, things should be OK. I’ve touched base with the hostel where I’m staying and a friend that happened to also be there this week and it sounds like the things in the places we are going and the basic infrastructure of the city and public transportation systems (with the exception of the airport) are pretty much back to business as usual. Of course the hostel owner might have a biased opinion on this as she doesn’t want to lose any more income streams than she already is as a result of the earthquake. I can always play it by ear, and if I find it’s not appropriate for me to be there once I arrive I can always bump up my plans and catch my bus to Mendoza the very next morning after I arrive (I was told the bus system in Santiago has been fully operational since Monday).
The biggest problem at this point was not being able to meet Laura there as we had planned. She wasn’t as lucky as I, and her flight was canceled. She was able to set up some alternate flights so she can continue the rest of her vacation, but we won’t be meeting in Chile. As a result I had to cancel a day trip with a private driver to a few wineries, Valparaíso, and Viña del Mar. I’m pretty bummed out about it as I was really looking forward to it, but I’m certainly not dwelling on it. In comparison to all the people in the parts of Chile that were hard-hit by the quake and have had their homes destroyed or lost family and friends, messing up my trip itinerary a bit is a rather insignificant issue.
So long as I can get there, things should be OK. I’ve touched base with the hostel where I’m staying and a friend that happened to also be there this week and it sounds like the things in the places we are going and the basic infrastructure of the city and public transportation systems (with the exception of the airport) are pretty much back to business as usual. Of course the hostel owner might have a biased opinion on this as she doesn’t want to lose any more income streams than she already is as a result of the earthquake. I can always play it by ear, and if I find it’s not appropriate for me to be there once I arrive I can always bump up my plans and catch my bus to Mendoza the very next morning after I arrive (I was told the bus system in Santiago has been fully operational since Monday).
The biggest problem at this point was not being able to meet Laura there as we had planned. She wasn’t as lucky as I, and her flight was canceled. She was able to set up some alternate flights so she can continue the rest of her vacation, but we won’t be meeting in Chile. As a result I had to cancel a day trip with a private driver to a few wineries, Valparaíso, and Viña del Mar. I’m pretty bummed out about it as I was really looking forward to it, but I’m certainly not dwelling on it. In comparison to all the people in the parts of Chile that were hard-hit by the quake and have had their homes destroyed or lost family and friends, messing up my trip itinerary a bit is a rather insignificant issue.
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