Here´s my journal entry from the 15th of September
[bracketed] text contain clarifications and present thoughts.
This post contains prophanity, if you don´t like the word ´fuck´ you probably should buy a giant sea shell and make a new home there, and not read this blog.
Pictures will be uploaded in the coming days.
Chilling at San Juan in this little ´salt´hostel. Everything is made from salt. The floors are salt.
I´ll go back to Valparaíso, Chile.
When we first arrived Zac and i were frothing! From Santiago´s cloudy, smogy skyline to sunshine and deep blue. It felt like our travelling was going to really kick off since all we did in santiago was sleep and walk around the city aimlessly eating hot dogs covered in a rediculous amount of mayonaise, guacamole and various other heartstopping delights.
The house we stayed at in Valpo was this small enchanting little place with a beautiful view of the bay and the cramped up houses piling down on top of each other (basically) to the shoreline. Thankyou Pata!
We tried fishing - failed. We watched Pata´s 6yr old dog getting desexed. From a man to a crying mess in a matter of minutes. Will he find his identity? good luck Don Pepe.
We had an enjoyable experience in Valpo, I still felt a bit sheltered and lethargic. [Looking back I was just so unused to actually doing stuff outside of the routine. For about a year and a half back in melbourne i was just fucking floundering about doing jack shit, meeting approximately 0 new people and sheltering myself from the possibilities life throws at you. A welcome shock to be in a new country]
We became familiar with the buses and `El Centro´ also with the pain inflicted on our calves from walking up vertical hills which make valpo what it is. The people must be fuckn fit.
Our bus trip to San Pedro was long but we travelled in reasonable comfort. We met South Africa (Brandon) on one of our bus stops. He ended up sitting directly behind us. Very laid back guy, knows how to talk, is interesting and smokes about 3 decks a day.
San Pedro is located in the middle of the desert at the bottom of a number of hills and volcanoes. Awesome town. i felt like i was in one of those old western movies. It was really comforting for some reason. The view of fthe volcanoes and hills from just outside our hostel was spectacular, I really should have gone star gazing.
We dormed with South Africa and two other American girls - the beds were comfy as fuck and the hostel staff, namely Gabriel, were helpful and friendly. Gabriel was a pretty funny guy in an odd kind of way. He got us pot and took us sandboarding. My neck still canes from eating absolute shit the first attempt at going down the dune. I thought i could own it. Fuck, it owned me. got the hang of it kind of and that ended up being a good experience. I felt healthy climping the dunes and the nagging guilt in my mind concering diet and not exercising was held off for a short while.
The second night on the piss was a damn good one. In Santiago and Valpo Zac and i chilled back and just took everything in. In San Pedro the hilarity started coming out. A night of paying out retarded nerd americans coupled with farting on old women in our hostel and being generaly rowdy set shit off!
The money we were spending was getting out of hand, San Pedro is fucking expensive. FUI MUY CARO!!
So on tuesday the 13th we got up early and were picked up from our hostel on our way to Bolivia through the mountains.
Thing with mountains is, you get fucking mountain sickness. Mum said not to worry about it but it just made the first day of our three day trip to bolivia a bit of a hassle.
The deserty landscape is no doubt beautiful through the andes. The laguna´s are beautiful, but after the 4th one they do become a bit tedious. Sometimes whilst travelling in the 4x4 i had a mild letheragic feeling and resisted the notion of actually seeing the landscape [Fucking weird, lazy retardedness] Such a bad attitude but i ended up doing what was right and had a fantastic time.
The Salt Flats were amazing - a truly beautiful experience. you can just imagine when eons ago it would have been a huge lake or even part of the sea? I don´t know.
Out in the middle of the salt flats there was this small, rocky, cactus infested island with a restuarant (fairly primitive), a check in centre and a few inhabitants who managed the place. It was a tourist pass by place and you would damn well think so because it was spectacular climbing the rocky outcrops and peering out at the distant mountains surrounding the dried up lake, bathed in morning sun.
[fuck that sounds like the most retarded paragraph i´ve ever written, just trying to get the point across]
The next entry will be from the 25th of september, watch for it!
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