Our little house
An Italiano
The lovely street dogs
Valparasio view at night
The peeking duck I ordered....
We made our way down Chile after the salt flats. Bar the nice little town of San Pedro on the border there is pretty much just desert between there and the South. After a few night buses and a pit stop in La Sarena, where we went star gazing -One of the best places to see stars in the world, even without a telescope you could see far away galaxy's.
The next stop was Valparasio on the coast about an hour from Santiago. A really nice place with winding hills, street art and cafés. We stayed in a really nice hostel - Jacaranda owned by two lovely Chilean men. There were two parts to the hostel and we stayed actually in there house, so we had a nice little garden and even very accomadating to us coming back battered.
On one of these occasions Steff and I sauntered out to find a club or bar with music of some description which wasn't salsa. Due to the level of rum and cocktails consumed we wobbled somehow into a bar that was actually a private 50th bash for a chap from Grenwich, fantastic! Our nationality gained us free champagne and beers all night and after dancing (badly) to some Kinks, Clash and Undertones we somehow wobbled back to our house. Great night and ever so cheap! The next day was the annual RedBull Valparaiso downhill bike race. This consists of some crazy people riding insanely fast down step sets of steps, over jumps, and so forth through the streets of Valparasio. After a few Italianos (American hotdogs with accompanied by tomatoes and fresh mushed up avocados, delicious!) and Cervesas (beer) we got over the hangover and walked to the top of the track, though the queuing system was below par compared to English standards, despite this unorganisation it was a lovely day.
Our pal Marcial made a little video of the day - http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=F_LyKup8MR8
We then headed for Santiago, our last stop in South America. We explored the city for a couple of days and then said farewell to Mel and Marcial as they headed on to Santa Cruz. So after three weeks it was now just Steff and I, not for long though as that eve we met Faye and Jon, fellow Monmouthians! Our last couple of days were spents sunbathing drinking rum and havinng a Chinese that we hoped to be Caton Kitchen but just didn't make the cut. Then with a Monmouth Hangover we had to fly to New Zealand for the next adventure! Ciao!!
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