Monday, August 18, 2003
So Wednesday, after the paro (non)excitement, was my host brother Seba´s birthday party. The theme was green: everyone dressed in green, Seba´s Celtic band played (pretty darn good! apparently they play at Flannery´s, this pub I´ve heard practically every group of english-speaking exchange students mention), and some of their friend´s irish stepdanced. and there was green beer.
yesterday I totally slept too late, missing this rally thing daniel of the asado and bad direction invited me to, and then feeling lousy about that. So I went to Plaza de Armas, Museo de Historia Nacional, paid way too much for Burger King fries and drink, and compensated with 50 cent soft serve.
Today, determined to be active, I threw my faith behind Lonely Planet despite all the Chileans I talked to only vague idea of where Reserva Nacional Rio Clarillo was. and the Metrobus drivers. and LP´s Metrobus number 8 didn´t exist. But Dan (such a good sport)and I hopped onto MB-74 and rode it over hill and dale to the dusty end of the line, walked a bit, and lo and behold there was a park entrance. and some german tourists, which was a nice sign that we weren´t totally in no man´s land. We walked about 3 kilometers more to the official official entrance, entertaining the idea of hitchhiking with every passing car that spewed dust in our path. But it was fun- peaceful and huge and empty, complete with babbling brooks and running river (my river runs to theeeeeeeeeee;-) . It was a canyon like, mostly scrub type underbrush. We walked along one side, veering off, then found a gate which led to a bridge, then climbed uphill the other side and found ourselves reaaallly high up. oh, and its finally warm during the day! its almost springtime!
chowed down pizza in Providencia upon our return, at La Pizza Nostra, which was good though it sorta hurt when the really nice waiter offered me the dessert menu in English:-o
and the Bellavista de la Florida metro stop not oly had the book vending machine, it had a music vending machine right beside it. Which vended Juanes´ Un Dia Normal, and Norah Jones. You know you´ve made it when you´re beside Barry White in a Chilean metro station.
yesterday I totally slept too late, missing this rally thing daniel of the asado and bad direction invited me to, and then feeling lousy about that. So I went to Plaza de Armas, Museo de Historia Nacional, paid way too much for Burger King fries and drink, and compensated with 50 cent soft serve.
Today, determined to be active, I threw my faith behind Lonely Planet despite all the Chileans I talked to only vague idea of where Reserva Nacional Rio Clarillo was. and the Metrobus drivers. and LP´s Metrobus number 8 didn´t exist. But Dan (such a good sport)and I hopped onto MB-74 and rode it over hill and dale to the dusty end of the line, walked a bit, and lo and behold there was a park entrance. and some german tourists, which was a nice sign that we weren´t totally in no man´s land. We walked about 3 kilometers more to the official official entrance, entertaining the idea of hitchhiking with every passing car that spewed dust in our path. But it was fun- peaceful and huge and empty, complete with babbling brooks and running river (my river runs to theeeeeeeeeee;-) . It was a canyon like, mostly scrub type underbrush. We walked along one side, veering off, then found a gate which led to a bridge, then climbed uphill the other side and found ourselves reaaallly high up. oh, and its finally warm during the day! its almost springtime!
chowed down pizza in Providencia upon our return, at La Pizza Nostra, which was good though it sorta hurt when the really nice waiter offered me the dessert menu in English:-o
and the Bellavista de la Florida metro stop not oly had the book vending machine, it had a music vending machine right beside it. Which vended Juanes´ Un Dia Normal, and Norah Jones. You know you´ve made it when you´re beside Barry White in a Chilean metro station.
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