Friday, December 15, 2006

Chile to chilly

As Raul reminded me the other day, there is nothing much sadder than an out of date blog. It has been ages, and as usual, quiet blog times mean less than quiet real times, the past month has been quite busy.

Since the last bout of blogging, and my farewell to the hills, I have traded summer for winter, new for old and Spanish for French. So, I am afraid the days of mountain on the doorstep photies are over, no more commentary on the gringo life in Santiago, the good news is I will be able to share photies of my new home, Paris, and will do my bit to let you know what being a 'gringo' in France is all about.

It has been a month that needs more than a blog entry to get you up to date, so easier if the photos tell the tale...

















Bye bye Santiago, an especially beautiful day that turned up to say cheers.

















You have to get to see them at some stage, magic mountains!

















BBrrrrrrr
















Argentina in the distance, miles and miles of patchwork farms.
















The fairest cape of them all, the one of good hope...
















The reward for a little pedalling.
















Llandudno beach
















Camps bay beach





















Anandale strawberry farm, outside Stellenbosch.
















Night time from Pont Neuf
















Christmas = more lights in the city of lights






















Looking towards Place Vendome from the Opera.

I will miss Chile, my good friends there and of course the beautiful scenery, but there are some things in life that you just have to do, what a pleasure. I look forward to sharing my new adventures.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Marmelejo

I am lucky to have friends that believe in the concept of 'The Mission'. It helps get my lazy backside out my bed after a night that was late enough to notice. As the end of the year approaches here in Chile the months disintegrate with public holidays, last week was bisected by just such an event. This called for The Mission.

A while back some nutters headed up the hill to go cycle in horizontal snow, quite unsuccessfully. Now that the mountains are rapidly reverting to being mainly brown, the same said nutters decided it was time to reinact the mission to Marmelejo. If you thrown enough criteria and anything you can make it unique, well Marmelejo is the most southerly + 6 000 m peak in the world. No, we didn't expect to summit, but it gave us an excuse to get out the city. Besides, apart from jocks on the outside, every mission needs a subject that justifies the rude awakening.

This time last year, my bike was pondering the meaning of life. Wednesday was its rite of passage to respect. It was swamped, iced and rocked by real mountains and lived to tell the tale. To tell the truth it didn't work so lekker by the end of it, but nothing that a good wash and plenty of lube can't cure. After a little TLC, it is shiny again (btw, according to Raul, shiny is a state of being rather than a reference to bling). Shiny!

We were rewarded by spectacular views, solitude and that 'I have been on a mission' worn out body feeling. Oh, we saw a Chilean mountain fox as well, it looks very much like a Tooting Broadway urban fox, except I think it has a cooler back garden. Ok enough chit chat...
















On the way there...





















The iced part, power slides in a bicycle... cool!
















Time for lunch, Marmelejo in the background, this is at just over 3 000 m, halfway there ;)
















Marmelejo in the clouds...brrr

















Spot the fox (yes I know Spot is normally the dog, and the red ball is behind him)

An excellent way to break the week, and a fitting way to bid farewell to such awe inspiring mountains.

Wishing you mud...

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Petrol head

As the title suggests today was car day. The annual auto show is in town and along with it are the occasional beautiful, and many hiddious, curves on show, that goes for the cars as well.

The Red Bull F1 team had a car here and tried, at the last minute, to organise a demonstration in the streets. The obvious choice, and their first thought was the Costenera Norte, the relatively new freeway with cool tunnels and a great surface, about the only road in Santiago guaranteed to not destroy the car. The authorities decided that this was a bum idea, as it would encourage all those neanderthals in their suped up Nissans to try go at 300 km/h down the freeway... So, a compromise was arranged to use a stretch of road between Parque Forestal and Rio Mapocho, between where the potholes stop and the bumps start.

The sound was magic and the smell tell-tale, but after pass number 3 it all came to an abrupt halt when said petrol head neanderthals decided that jumping the barrier and running after an F1 car was a good idea. I have yet to understand the human being and his desire to be so bloody stupid, needless to say that is most likely the first and last time that an F1 car will do its thing in Santiago, all three minutes of it - what a waste, of waterproof skin I mean.
















It was pretty popular and everyone was out to take in the spectacle, good luck to those early enough to literally find a perch.
















'The Track'. Photo courtesy of el Mercurio (www.emol.com)
















The pretty Belles Artes gallery in the background. Photo courtesy of el Mercurio (www.emol.com)




















Smokin'!. Photo courtesy of el Mercurio (www.emol.com)

So instead of running down the road like everyone else we decided to head down to the showground and check out some cars we might actually be able to afford..
















wwwwhhhhhhh hhhhmmmm (how do you write a whimpering puppy sound???), enough said.

















Not too schabby Nige! One of the prettier on show I think, the floor seemed quite white still, not sure if the fixed the oil leak, maybe they just drained the oil out.
















Porsche seems to be quite a favourite in Chile, apparently good for doing figure eights and doughnuts. Somehow not quite a spectator sport... behind the wheel would be fun though! Glad I'm not paying for those tyres.
















First in show: Alfa styling, Subaru engine and Hyundai promotion girls
Miss congeniality: SsangYong styling, Hyundai engine and neanderthal spectators

Wishing you a screeching F1 engine week.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Snow chasers

It must be true, the web page said so. A new dump down south at Chillan followed by two blue ski, wind free days. Not only great weather but also happened to coincide with that all too short a phenomenon, a weekend. Weekends must have been behind the door when god was handing out days... anyone could have seen that two just wouldn't be enough. Well, we had to make do, besides who could ignore the coming together of so many good omens.

After 5 hours of duelling on the pan american highway we arrived, late Friday, our lovely log cabin a few km's from the ski pistes of Chillan, stoked up the fire and got some z's.

Snow-forecast.com did not let us down, the day that followed was perfect.
















The few km's from the wood cabin to the ski pistes. Chillan has a pretty different feel from other Chilean ski spots in that there are trees, well at least low down. Not that I know what an American or European piste looks like, but it kinda felt like one of those.

















Volcan Chillan, with it's two vents, the view from the top of the highest operating lift






















Criss crosses and sun haloes. The ride on an old 2 and a bit km long diesel engine powered lift... takes a while, not like you don't have beautiful scenery to keep you company though.

















mush mush... ok or just rest there if you prefer...






















The lift up through the woods, a common sight me seeing the backs of my ski buddies.










Ah to be in the Andes












Looking out towards the ocean, with the playground down below. Chillan is home to the longest southern hemisphere run of about 13 km, the legs can testify to that.










Looking up from the lunch spot, anitcuchos and wine, not too schabby.

The moral of the story when a weekend and weather get together, Go fo it! What a beautiful spot!


Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Dieciocho

It has been a long weekend of chicha and lots of handkerchief waving in Chile. No, Peru haven't invaded, it is the season of drink and dance to celebrate the 18th of September, Chile's independence day. The dieciocho celebration or fiestas patrias seem to be a big thing, with Chile shutting down and everyone kicking back with some monotonous music, drink and good friends. The national dance, cueca, is where the handkerchief waving comes in, it makes for some good spectacle throughout the cities. Flag sales are up and there is a general 'proud to be Chilean' feeling in the streets.

Instead of some flag photies or hankie waving, here is a lovely sunset enjoyed from San Alfonso, near Algorrobo at the coast.
















Good friends, beautiful sunsets, dance and a feeling of pride... not too schabby a weekend.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Spring Skiing

Spring in Santiago is one of the best times of year, the air is occasionally clean, the mountains spectacular sporting their white coating, the grass is green and the birds let you know about it.

And of course there is spring skiing.. ahhhhh...
















Valle Nevado on a fabulous spring day
















That is the closest shot you will get of El Plomo while on the ground without summiting it, this at about 3700 m, I imagine it is one of the highest normal ski pistes in the world.






















criss-crossed snow and sky


I hope you get a little too much sun and the odd mouth-drying rush of adrenalin.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Happy Anniversary!

Well it has been a year since LA600 form Buenos Aires touched down in Santiago... 'home'. As the saying goes, "home is where the heart is", so you can probably imagine I didn't call it that for quite some time. Maybe if I moved from south-west Yemen it would have been different, but leaving one of the greatest cities in the world made the 'home' concept all the more tardy in arriving. Don't get me wrong, Santiago is a magic place, but anyone who thinks you can really live in a new city within the first six months is smoking his socks.

After a year I am probably in a position to comment on what it's like to live in Santiago, but somehow I feel it would still be pretty uninformed. One thing for sure is that it is quite the happening spot, the beginnings, but happening nonetheless. Even within the year development is evident, well infrastructurally, there is also a very visible emerging yuppie class that makes me think 'Hyde Park' (not the big green one...the one next to Saaandten doll). The yuppie is easily identified by the not so shy call "graaaaacias" normally by the lesser bejewelled jeep wielding santiaguina... smacks of sincerity.

This isn't really Chile though, if you are brave enough to catch a yellow micro you will see Chile. The real workers that seem to spend the commute as rest time in between being badgered by chocolate vendors, wannabe evangelist intestinal cleansing powder salesmen and the odd panpipe guitar duo. Every ride is worth your 380 pesos, money can't buy the adrenalin from being half a metre form another micro doing 80 km/h through the city, the other day we even had free entertainment from a nutta preaching against cleavage and condemning us evil doers to hell, looking around the faces on the bus I thought half of us were already there... aaah, just then another rush from a late braking manoeuvre.


I think it is safe to say Chile is one huge contradiction, every day brings along another set of conflicting truths. Although Chile isn't charming, its charm lies in this tension, to be found everywhere between rich and poor, north and south, poodle and pavement special.

It is difficult to generalise about the people, as with any nation. But hey, that's never stopped me before. In fact I think Chile is perhaps easier than most places, as the nation is pretty homogeneous. Oooops, I guess all those Spanish noses won't like me saying that, but the truth is just about everybody’s great grandfather thought that there was a certain something about their indigenous 'neighbour'. I have met some wonderful people, and I've bumped into a lot of crooks, generally though it seems the average guy in the street is just interested in getting by. There is most definitely a class structure in place and racism at work, apart from colour it seems to have to do with who hangs at Starbucks, is seen at the 'right' church or flashes his Mont Blanc pen. Gringo living in Santiago is hellava expensive for what it is, I guess this is how they hang onto their island of elite. The genuine salt of the earth type are to be found though, and I am very grateful to my Chileno friends who make the world of difference to my life here, I think they are special though.

The real kick I get from Chile is being just an earth tremor away from the great Andes, they really are spectacular. I get the feeling they have also played a huge part in this countries development, serving as a formidable barrier to the rest of the world. To be in the mountains is to feel the soul of South America, harsh, beautiful and ancient. I am amazed at how under utilised they are. Perhaps just as well, they are taken awfully for granted and the respect shown by locals can be counted in coke cans and plastic bags. Gratefully the population density, or lack of it, leaves much of the beauty untouched.

It has been a year that at times has felt like three, at others just a few months, either way an incredible experience. If you have the opportunity to visit Chile you must, it is a wonderful place. It is safe and easy going, well enough developed to cater to most needs, backwards enough to be quite quaint, and certainly foreign enough to be interesting. You will get ripped off, write it off to experience, at least you will also feel warm and welcome. In Santiago you will have to kick and scratch a bit to find the character, but it's there, bring boots. Do yourself a favour and take in the second most awesome mountains in the world, whether it's skiing, trekking or just a drive they will tickle something inside.
















Valle Nevado two weeks ago, a chilly day for skiing, but beautiful.





















How's that sky for winter... today up at cerro San Critobal. Graaaacias













The highest peak is el plomo, the highest visible from Santiago, a beautiful winter's day, just begged for a bike ride to visit the virgin.




















Best click on this one to make it worthwhile. The panorama from the road riding to cerro San Critobal. A stunning day for winter. Winters are normally plagued by horrendous pollution in Santiago. Stacks of people smoke here, I always joke that if they stopped smoking the pollution would clear up. Well, during the week a law was passed that prohibits smoking in public places, hmmm seems like I have proof ;) Well not actually, as it seems not well enforced, guess the police commissioner's wife's brother's cousin is the Lucky Strike agent in town, and they probably go to the same church.

No regrets, coming to Chile was a great move, full of wonderful experiences, and I'm sure it will only get better as I start to understand the people and get to know places. Who knows maybe one day I will actually be able to give you an informed opinion.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Horizontal sand and squeaky snow...

As the title implies it has been a contrasting week. Most of it was spent up near Antofagasta in Chile, the dry north, add to that some altitude and it becomes the harsh dry north. A frontal system swept its way through Chile during the week bringing winds and freezing conditions to the otherwise dry desert. Needless to say I have ingested more than my RDA of dust these last days.
















There is not a lot to see in Antofagasta, so this ranks amongst the must sees - La Portada













About halfway to Argentina, lots of nothingness. It has its own kind of beauty.


Won't complain about the front though, the cold fingers were worth the snow that awaited in Santiago. Even Manquehue, a comparitively low hill in the suburbs had a light dusting... nice! Needless to say skiing called once again, but being the last weekend of school holidays we decided against the trip up the hill to Farellones (Friday saw a 3 hour traffic jam to get up there) and opted for the more exclusive Portillo again. Squeaky cold snow, magic.

















The view looking out over the lake, in two weeks it has done quite a bit of freezing. Will soon be able to skate.

















View from Tio Bob's lunch spot (hmmm a bit of a gramatical mix of Spanish and English, can I do that? You know what I mean though...)






















That burried thing is Tio Bob's, we had to venture inside when the wind picked up, a forecast maximum of 1 ˚C was plenty optimistic
















So optimistic the 10 minutes outside saw our tomoatoes freeze, how about we finish this inside.

















The view from snowed in Tio Bob's, quite festive inside, awesome spot for a party! By the way, the wine really helps the skiing ;)






















One of the longer runs at Portillo actually passes over the national road to Argentina, the lift back up is quite hairy... quite weird passing over all the poor sods that have been stuck on the wrong side of the mountain the past week. The pass had just been opened again, hence all the trucks crawling their freight across the border. On the way home we passed at least 30 km of trucks queued up at the carabineros check point.

















At least the slow drive home gave us the oportunity to take in the beautiful light that the sunset brought with it.





















A spray of soft powder snow while you recover from your tumble... that's what I wish you this week.