Santiago (A Reprise)

Although our bus troubles were a bit of a pain in the neck, I'm glad we got to spend a few more days wandering around Santiago's parks and pleasant streets, visiting cathedrals (and getting shooed from fancy buildings that we wanted to explore but didn't belong in).

In Santiago, you don't have to go far to find a park. One of my favorites was on a hillside, smack dab in the middle of the city. To get to the top, we had to climb a bunch of crumbling, narrow steps. The hike was well worth it; we were rewarded with gorgeous views of the city.

View of Santiago. See the mountains in the distance?

Tourists looking out to the city and mountains

Tom resting on a stone chaise at the top of the hill

We also spent some time strolling around the Plaza de Armas in the center of Santiago. It's huge and there are plenty of historic buildings around to explore, one of which is the Catedral Metropolitana de Santiago, which is a gorgeous old Cathedral built around 1800.

Inside the Catedral Metropolitana de Santiago

Government building outside the Plaza de Armas. 

We'll miss you, Santiago, but for now... yay Argentina!

 

The above pictures are of us at the border of Chile and Argentina, happy to be crossing over (especially after Tom misplaced some paperwork that he apparently needed), but still half-asleep from an all-night bus trip with no stops and no coffee. We still have a few more of those trips to go, but we're trying not to think about it right now.

-R

Bad Luck with Buses

So here we are, finally, at Hostel La Chimba. It is a peaceful place in an Artsy district nestled at the foot of San Cristóbal Hill. Here's a picture from the front.

Looks and sounds familiar, right?

I'm getting déjà vu as well, but let me back up a bit.

Our plan in coming to South America was to see Argentina. From the culture, vineyards, excellent chocolate, steak, varied cities, mountain towns, and hikes in Patagonia, it was the place we've been interested in from the getgo. When we originally flew into Santiago, Chile, we were excited. It was not that we necessarily wanted to see the city, but coming into Santiago was a way to save a little money and be closer to the Argentine sites that we're so raring to see--namely, Mendoza, Argentina and its multitude of vineyards. Although Chile charges a $160 entrance fee for citizens of the United States, the ticket was $600 cheaper than flying into Buenos Aires. And Argentina (as of the time of our research) did not charge the $160 fee to enter the country if by bus--that was a charge reserved for those entering the country by plane.

Not only that, but a bus trip from Buenos Aires to Mendoza would have taken 22 hours. Here is a map.

After Mendoza, we planned to make our way South, starting with San Carlos de Bariloche, a beautiful lake town in the mountains, from what we've read and heard.

That trip is about 15 hours, pictured here.

... but 22 hours to Mendoza to kick off the trip is a long time on a bus. We planned on ending our trip in Buenos Aires after travelling South the Patagonia, as it will be cooler in March or April, and it is the country's hub for international flights.

So we looked around some more. And found Santiago.

Santiago: The Pros

- Only six hours from Mendoza

- Cooler climate than Buenos Aires at this time of year

- Modern city, close to beaches

Santiago: The Cons

- ...

Since I'm getting really good at drawing lines on pictures, I'll show you another map, this one of the six hour trip from Santiago to Mendoza.

Buenos Aires could wait! We were going to Santiago.

As you know, we arrived and stayed for a few days and enjoyed ourselves immensely. Met some nice people, saw some nice sights, ate good food, and then we were ready to leave. We wanted to see wine country, rent bicycles and peddle from mountain town to mountain town, so we made our way over to the bus station this past Saturday. We were told that buses out of Santiago and into Argentina were easy to come by, so we didn't worry.

Unfortunately, our plans didn't work out. There was massive flooding in the mountains that rendered impassable the only road across the Andes in the vicinity of Santiago.

But that was okay. We were told that the road would be cleared by Tuesday and that we could take the same bus to Mendoza from Valparaíso on Tuesday. Oh, and by the way, new Argentine regulations as of January 6th, 2013 mandated that we pay an entrance fee of $160 if entering by bus. Although a slight inconvenience, this was okay. We shrugged it off. We now had a great excuse to visit the coastal cities, so we jumped on the opportunity.

We had a blast. Hostal Jacaranda, situated on the top of a hill, accessible by three funiculars or a strong pair of legs, was perfect. It was like staying in a friend's house, partly because it was a house. Everyone congregated in the kitchen, living room, and outdoor patio at meal times, and we met folks from all over to walk about the hilly city with us.

Here are some pictures of Rachel and I at the beach.

But I'm getting a little off track. The title of this post refers to our trouble with the bus system.

We went to double-check with the bus company on Sunday about our reserved bus ticket to Mendoza. We were told that the road was still impassable, and that our bus trip for Tuesday would probably be cancelled. Friday or Saturday was looking more likely.

We did some thinking. We liked Chile, we liked Valparaíso and Viña del Mar, but we were antsy to see Argentina. The peak months to hike in Patagonia are January and February, and our time was slowly ticking away. We asked about Bariloche, in the South of Argentina, and yes, the bus company did have a ticket to Bariloche on Tuesday night at 10 o'clock PM. We'd cross the Andes much further South and have to skip Mendoza for now. It could wait.

Just one more map, I promise. This is more to show my Mom where we are and where we are going. Right, Mom?

To make this long story a bit shorter, we arrived at the bus station on Tuesday (yesterday) and our bus had departed at 8 o'clock PM, not 10 o'clock PM as we'd been told.*

Was there another bus to Mendoza on Tuesday?

No.

Wednesday?

No.

Thursday, Friday?

No to Thursday, but Friday... yes. Yes, there was a bus on Friday night.

By this time, it was 9 o'clock at night and we had no place to stay in Valparaíso. Hostal Jacaranda was already full. Mentally, we'd had enough of Valparaíso, mainly because we thought we'd have been on the road to Argentina by then. As Santiago is a larger hub for travel, we decided to bus back there and figure it out.

(No map necessary.)

We arrived in Santiago last night (this morning?) at midnight. We stood in line at the ticket office for thirty minutes. No, there were no buses to Mendoza until Friday, and also, there was no such place as Bariloche. The ticket officer waved us away to another office which ended up being closed. It was midnight, after all. So we lugged our bags back again, stood in the ticket line for another thirty minutes, asked a different teller for a ticket to Bariloche, and were again told that the bus company does not go there.

That's when I looked at the man's computer screen and saw what he had typed: Varilocha. I suppose my Spanish enunciation and accent aren't that good.

Tired, hungry, fed-up, we booked our ticket. We are going to Bariloche on Friday night, but for now, we're off to explore Santiago again!

So here we are, finally, at Hostel La Chimba...

... but hopefully only until Friday.

Cheers,
Tom

* I'll grudgingly admit that the fault probably lies with my inability to comprehend military time in Spanish, despite my years with the Navy, but I consider this only a footnote-able mention.

First Days in Chile

We made it! And what a long trip. It went a little like this:

1) Three hours to Mexico City;
2) Eight hour layover on the floor of the Mexico City airport (I had my sleeping bag and the floors were immaculate);
3) Eight hours to Santiago; and
4) Four hours to our hostel from the airport.

In truth, No. 4 shouldn't have taken four hours, but tired as we were, we got a little lost. So lost, in fact, that we hopped on a bus to the neighboring village of Maipu. We should have realized this earlier, but again, tired.

This is approximately what our trip to the hostel looked like (our route in black; no need to depict the preferred route):

So here we are, finally, at Hostel La Chimba. It is a peaceful place in an Artsy district nestled at the foot of San Cristóbal Hill. The area is cobble-stoned with tree-lined streets, outdoor restaurants, and plenty of heladerías to take our minds off of the heat. The hostel is enormous, with three separate buildings surrounded by large walls. It has two courtyards and a stairway to the roof where you can look out across the tin tops of the local houses. Here's a picture from the front.

I write this as we relax on a couch in the courtyard after lunch. This morning after a breakfast Rachel and I hiked a good four hours up San Cristóbal Hill. At the top, there is an enormous outdoor church and a statue of the Virgin Mary. We stopped, relaxed for a time, and then proceeded down the other side of the Hill into another district of the city. There was a dirt path and the view of the city and the Andes was beautiful.

The sun was up in our faces, but in the background you can see the outdoor church.

...And after four hours of walking we went back to our hostel for a lunch of empanadas, some sort of beans with pumpkin, and meat.

It is Friday and we hope to find some live music tonight. We won't be in Santiago long since we'd like to make it to Patagonia before the weather gets too cold. So we'll be off to Mendoza in the next few days.

Cheers for now,

Tom