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presidents, divers and teachers

When I was little, I wanted to become a sailor. In a T-shirt with stripes, I devoured all the books by Verne and many others on marine and my only concern was whether a seaman may also be a girl. And not just any Marine, of course, a sailor on a sailboat, because I knew a steamboat, a machine is preserved, like Captain Flint said. But a sailboat, when there is a little breeze that spoils in yards, or the! Stretch the sails and off we go! And no fear of hackers is really just nice guys. although a few boors, with their wooden leg and a bandage on the eye. But they have a little monkey on the shoulder or a parrot which says: "That's gold, as gold". Just do not forget a barrel of rum and a few vegetables, because I knew that the only enemy of a sailor's scurvy, but I also knew I deal with it. The

Frèroulino wanted to become a sailor, too, but mostly, he wanted to be a diver. He said "water beetle" because the word duck (potápěč) and the word diving beetle (potápník) are very similar in Czech. My parents told him that it was not diving beetle, but diver, it would become, but Frèroulino, especially interested in diving, he insisted that he wanted to become a diving beetle.

For this, we had to be born in Martinique, where else in the Caribbean paradise for sailors, divers and drinking rum. Once there, I must say that this is exactly as I imagined in my dreams. There are large sandy beaches with palm trees, there is the azure sea and there is coral. A sailor tired can quietly sit in the shade of a breadfruit tree (oh yes, it does exist, it was not a literary fantasy! Proof pictured), a mango tree, a papaya or banana, before it passes through a field of sugar cane to sit on a plastic chair in a beach bar where he orders a ti punch or a planter.

When I grew up a bit, I realized that being born in Rokycany and more like a girl, this is not the best start to become a sea bass and I decided to content myself with career teacher. At the same time, I found that I really do not hang out on the beach and sunbathing. But this thing is not about Martinique, as here, the sea is 28 Degrees even if it is winter and the waves are just big enough for it to be fun to be shaken, but it does not shake too much. Then, once on the beach, you can have fun trying to open a coconut palm that has fallen under which you rest. At the same time, in Martinique, you understand why Newton was not here.

The Cosmonaut insisted that I learn to dive. So, I finally made my baptism at age 32, I am baptized! During the baptism, there is a diver who takes you and you do not give a second. After the baptism, I agreed to pass the level one, which consists of five dives education. And there, you understand that diving is more difficult than it seems. To make a parallel, go to the corner convenience store, buy a bottle of rum from Martinique, and after the drink, try to walk normally and have elegant area. Underwater, it's the same even without the rum. The more you make the effort to stay in a position acceptable and respectable, it's worse. I ended up on his back on the frosted background watching the surface below me unable to put me on the belly. If there was a water beetle, he had a good laugh. Then my instructor insisted that I remove my regulator and I put water in my mask. It was a pure terror, but fortunately, your terrified eyes coming out of the mask are of pretty fish and coral, so you conclude that it was worth it. To be confirmed even when Eve when I have my last course.

All these dives was also a bit of a Christmas gift. The Christmas tree was plastic, but the food was real food for Christmas. Then on the 25th, we went to a wild beach beside the Atlantic Ocean where we opened a bottle of champagne to accompany the necks stuffed with goose foie gras . Again I told myself that life is too hard. What a good idea that the cosmonaut's mother had to become a teacher! And also from sea! And I thought the naval career and teacher are completely opposite things!

Apart lazing on the beaches, we also visited the island a bit. We went north to see the city of St. Pierre, who has made blow in 1902 by Mount Pelee volcano above it. The force of the blast is shown until now by the debris of houses and especially the theater and the prison in which one prisoner Cyparis, survived. He was jailed for a fight under the influence of ti punch. The day before the explosion, he returned from a mare so drunk that his guards have decided to put in a little dungeon that you can see in the picture. While the 30,000 inhabitants of St. Peter died, Cyparis, drunk, survived. And that's why Martinicans say the ti punch can sometimes save your life.

beaches north have black volcanic sand, the beaches of southern yellow sand and beaches of Atlantic white sand with large grains. The inhabitants are all black and cons of life is everywhere, too slow. Gently in the morning, not too fast at night, "said Gregory. But why hurry if a little further, there is again the sea and if we can get around the island several times a day? Still, there's time. Unlike in Chile, people do not grow, does not precede, not even motorists. But still, the style of driving is just as dangerous as Martinicans which sets a contemplative fields of sugar cane . Like so many bars where you always see at least a rasta-man. Then comparing with Chile, the people are thinner, larger and more often your eye stops on a small handsome.

On Christmas Day, leaving the boat to return to diving, there were two little black boys of about six years, in underpants and with Santa hats who ran towards us singing, Santa, Santa! They are right. If I were Santa, I live here.

But this is not yet over for us. We still have a week in which it is believed to climb Mount Pelee, plunging four times, then you know you will walk a little and drink a little rum ...

PS I neglected my blog a little French is the last time. I'll try to translate at least some items of the past, then we know still lives in Chile and the Martinique, is that a vacation ...

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When the cosmonaut's mother has left Lebanon and moved to Martinique, we were just trying to move to Chile. We thought that the sudden you will not be too far from it.
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error. Chile travel to Martinique, is more adventurous than go to Martinique from Europe. There was a connection through Panama, but it no longer exists and you have to go through Miami and Puerto Rico by post. I even look at the map to see where are we going to pass. Then of course, I had no idea of the time difference. So I thought that Miami will be one more hour, then we have two hours less. Hard to know how long the flight took the blow: at night, sleep and time of arrival in the local time is ...

Eventually I realized that just made a nine-hour flight and I made for the first time in my life, my feet on American soil. In the waiting room, the TV reminded me that we are in Northern Hemisphere and in fact it is winter. So, I told myself that the air conditioning system that works is a bottom may be a heater that works very badly. Maybe. It was therefore dressed in everything we had and we even retrieved a blanket of American Airlines, which dragged the ground. The airport radio kept saying it was necessary for passengers to Philadelphia buy things to eat for their flight, as there were heavy snowfalls in their destination and nobody knew if the plane would not be detained on the runway for hours. Other aircraft were going to the Caribbean and the waiting room was therefore a nice showcase for outfits for all seasons. There were people who went from heat to heat, cold or heat, or heat to cold or from cold to cold (the poor). We ended up in a dimension without the seasons, and since we had no idea what time is in Santiago or in Martinique, without time. A rare sensation.

We spent six hours waiting, but thankfully there was the free internet connection. I looked at one another as I have seen and Geoglobe really, I connected the United States and not Chile. Oddly, it was only then that I realized that I just move to the other end of the earth.

After six hours of waiting in Miami, we went back on a plane to Puerto Rico. I learned that it is an island and not a state on the continent: I believe that Puerto Rico is somewhere between Honduras and Nicaragua. Even the Czech think it is a state, because in Czech, we work with Puerto Rico the same preposition as with states, and not that employed with islands.

Confused by my own language, I went down to Puerto Rico to make me confused by the local English. Already in Miami, means not a lot of English is the English queen. In Puerto Rico, we decided to wander a bit and it was therefore visited a store to see a guide or a map of San Juan, the capital of Puerto Rico. The saleswoman was very nice, smiling like all Puerto Ricans we met. I asked how one can go downtown and she said we could either take a taxi or the tomar guagua . My ear is already well accustomed to the accent and unlike the Chilean Cosmonaut, I had to really focus to understand the seller, but then I was sure I heard the word guagua . Take a baby? Bizarre! I always thought they said guagua because of its characteristic of babies: ua ua ua! "Guagua?" I said. Well yes, guagua! "Bus," the saleswoman said finally. Ah yes, there is logic in there that the same word means in a country bus and the baby in the other! Fortunately, it did not said coger el bus as he says in English, because coger Chilean English, it means something very different take ... Finally, it means take, but accurately and in that sense that makes fun of a band pubescent. So if she had told the coger guagua , I might be criticized for prostitution of minors.

Finally we dropped the guagua and we took a taxi. The center of San Juan we really liked. It was a little surprised at the decoration of Christmas, we wandered, we ate well and found that Puerto Rican beer is very good for thirst, but it has the taste of water.

Then we boarded the plane again, this time a little, and we headed for Martinique. And after twenty five hours of travel, though I realize that the time between the first and the last takeoff landing, we were finally on French soil. The mother of Gregory and Cosmonaut we waited at the airport to bring us into their small house south of the island. We received a planter welcome and we took advantage of French cheese after six months of deprivation. And the holidays can begin.

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The last work week before Christmas is over. I redid the Christmas cakes, because the cosmonaut has finished this week already. So I saw that my complaints about the heat than I did during the first cooking were completely unjustified, because this time the outside temperature was 34 Degrees and in our apartment it was 27, but in the room and I could not make the dough there. It had to be content with the living room where it was warmer.

I spent the week in meetings of the season. But anyway, I had time to help search for Araucaria Martina Christmas. He was taken by Pathfinder and it has still lost in the madness of downtown Santiago. But I'm up over his head all around the horns, I drive like a real Chile. Afterwards, we went to look for Jumbo Pilsner Urquell, but unfortunately there was a promotion on it and all Chileans have purchased. Thin.

In the week we also made two jumps to emergencies, because we do not know yet going to the doctor in a normal way. Monday, I forced the cosmonaut to go, because for three weeks, he showed me his little all. The all did not seem dangerous, but my reaction after three weeks without sleep yes. So I asked his way to a doctor immediately. The cosmonaut would not clog emergencies, but I assured him that if you go to the emergency room in a clinic, it will not clutter. We are in Chile and emergencies clinics, one must be conscious enough to be able to pay. On arriving, we saw the waiting room with some patients, in good enough health to, waiting quietly. The cosmonaut has agreed to enter. The emergency began with a small administrative process during which the software of the computer has crashed twice and it meant that the Cosmonaut repeats three times his date of birth, phone number and other data. Fortunately he has not suffered a hemorrhage.

The doctors listened to the lungs of Cosmonaut, they said it was nothing and they gave him antibiotics. They like pills Chile. That does nothing is being overlooked. Fortunately, doctors have added a syrup, and it was therefore decided to keep these antibiotics if ever we needed a trip. The Cosmonaut takes his little sirup, coughing less and so I thought I could sleep peacefully.

But Tuesday morning, I sat in a meeting near a shrub and it made me cry a little. That evening, we went with Amelia, Alvaro Amaury (AAA, much like Alcoholics Anonymous) take copas y tapas . I ate a bit of chorizo, cheese, meat and also molds. At night, secretly, I opened the window room. In secret, because the Cosmonaut hate sleeping with a window open. But I was punished because mosquitoes devoured my back at night. The day I started having itching also on arms and legs and I kept killing flies I'm the invisible cause. And actually, I had pimples everywhere. I bathed twice that night to drown this parasite that was trying to eat me, but to no avail. I was just relieved that it was not scabies, scabies because I know that Sylvester has been brought from India and he has foisted on his family. The night I

could not even sleep because of itching and one o'clock I started to tell me it's odd that these flies and parasites that puff me, while Comsonaute sleeping quietly, and I said that without doubt, I had an allergy. And since he coughed more, sleep is what the Cosmonaut wanted to do, and he therefore said that it would "take until morning," which meant that I was going to take me and him he went to sleep. But about five o'clock in the morning, I had pimples everywhere, including the face, so I decided it was no longer valid and we were going to emergencies. Once there, they looked at me quickly to see that I have a reaction Allergic will know why, and they put me on antihistamines. They stopped and my reaction, but all my reactions in general and they let me in vegetables, so no question of going to work in the morning. Then they added me a lot of other pills, I stopped eating when my buttons are missing.

Last night we had a party at home. We managed to fill our living room as people often did in Grenoble. I was so tired I could not hold long enough to see the damage višňovice Denis. The morning I got up to begin storing Cosmonaut while sleeping. But then, I'll wake up without thank you. In the evening they share. We're going to Martinique to celebrate Christmas at the cosmonaut's mother. See you soon!

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Small nice volcanoes II. Small volcanoes

Friday morning, we left the Termas de Chillán to go further south. It was me who was driving, because the distances are huge in Chile so I have to participate in travel. After avir rode about fifty miles in a village called Pinto, just under a large poster which invited passersby to an interregional exhibition of sheep, I took a one-way road in the wrong way, as in Chile, small panels signaling: entrance forbidden way, do not exist. It's up to you to know the city street and know what goes in which direction. Fortunately, on the road, there were arrows and so I quickly saw that I am in a wrong way and before a few scornful glances Pintana waiting for the bus, I made a half turn to go to and Chillán its road adventures. Because in Chillán, the road signs do not exist at all and must pass the city on Hwy. Me at the wheel, trying to avoid children, carts, people, horses, taxis, buses and all what was on the road, trying to see if I'm in the right direction, if I priority, I tried to follow directions Cosmonaut. A baptism by fire. At an intersection, the cosmonaut told me to go and I left, I said that I can not go there because there were a few signs of chillanaises prohibiting left turns. So I continued straight and Cosmonaut was upset that I did not listen, and he said he would tell me over the way and I can go where I please. So I continue to avoid traffic on the road until the road changes in a road full of mud, which was surely not the highway. There, the cosmonaut was found that enough revenge and he again show me the path. We returned to the crossroads where I thought we could not turn and I saw that it was banning the arrow, because there were two lanes in both directions and, therefore, that drivers do not first lane cons sense. Very logical.

was found the famous Panamericana and we went south. I told you I hate the freeways, but I stood in the rain, still 100km, almost to Los Angeles. And we must say that driving on the motorway, especially if you're away from Santiago, this is not funny. The highway is full of life. Apart from cars and especially trucks and buses traveling at 110km / h there are also bus stops directly on the highway, with kiosks mote con huesillos, pedestrians, cyclists and horse-drawn carts. We even saw three guys on skateboards. And a mother with a stroller. And you go to 120, trying not to crush them.

Toward Los Angeles, Cosmonaut took the wheel to go downtown. We wanted to see how it is and just buy something to eat. And stop at the edge of motorway a mote, it does not give us envy. Los Angeles Chile definitely has nothing to do with Los Angeles United States and the rain played even less in his favor. Again we have checked that without Touristel, Chilean guide that describes rather uninteresting places, do not drive, because there is no indication in the cities. But you have all the plans in the guide. Again, we wondered if we are in cons-meaning or not. Finally, it has bought some empanadas and continued south. Before arriving in Victoria, we left the highway and continued by a dirt road to Reserva Tolhuaca. The dirt roads can be quite large and the roads that there was almost no holes. It was after 40 km we have really enjoyed our Pathfinder, as it was in the ditch conturner a truck carrying timber with the trailer overturned. Here, before coming to the volcanoes, you pass through forests, plantations eucalyptus and pine trees. By far, the eucalyptus forests of spruce forests to gather. That is probably why there are so many Germans and Swiss immigrants who landed in this region. Similarly, you want to sing La Boheme, La Boheme ... But then the clouds rise and you see the volcanoes. And then, you know you're not in Central Europe.

And then was Suizandina another address recommended by Andy Refugio Lo Valdés. Even a home with good food, good wine and a nice atmosphere. But it is true that after the familiarity of MILodge was just the formality of Switzerland. Instead of a welcome drink, we received paperwork. But gradually we started to feel like home.

We knew that the days that followed he was going to rain. I was pretty happy, because all three outputs Chillan me very exhausted. My herpes recurred, I started to float in my pants and most importantly, I am concerned for my nose and his attachment to my face like Michael Jackson. At night, hunger woke me up. Saturday morning, snow was falling and it is therefore went to explore the region with Pathfinder. Area Charts are not always very reliable and certainly not accurate enough, and spend time looking for where are the roads is not at all lost time. And if the valley to Chillan gathered at least a little at a ski resort, the valley is under Longuimay an agricultural landscape and it is not rare that you encounter a cart pulled by oxen. Pathfinder has to struggle with some animals and a bull was clearly threatened, shaking her head and refusing to budge from the road. But finally, a little hoot was convinced that Pathfinder is too strong an opponent. By cons, there was a hen that did not have enough intelligence finished crossing the road and almost crossed the finishing abruptly decided to go in thinking that the crossing was too dangerous. In turn, she took the wheel directly in front of our little car. Otherwise, the horn was used quite a lesson to all the sheep, cats, dogs, cows, calves and horses.

The visibilitéétait just good to see the big hoop pine (on lo photo, you can see that the cosmonaut is miniscule compared to them) and coigue, but basically we can say that our first day of exploration, it was rather a failure. If this blog is read by someone who also wants to see how are the Termas Rio Blanco, he knows that terms are enclosed by a fence, because since the hotel next door was burned, the land owner trying to sell them and he does not want people come to bathe free. The Laguna Blanca and must be very pretty, no doubt, but she too is on private property and must request permission to come in two nice Germans. What we did, but finally we saw that there was too much snow on the road for the first time it has planted in the snow Pathfinder . But it has managed to pull it out. And we're not really too crazy since returning, we met three Chileans seeking Laguna bike at any price. In descending, we saw their tents beside the road.

We learned a lot about the valley with the owner of hyperactive Andenrose, a cottage a little further down the valley that Suizandina. It was passed by the inn to take a goulash with spaetzle after not taking bath in Termas de Rio Blanco. Besides, if you're afraid to go to Chile, because you do not speak English, go south: it speaks German.

The next day, he was still snowing, so we went exploring again, this time to the Reserve Conguillío the middle which one is the summit of Llaima volcano, the volcano Chilean most active. And if the Chilean volcano most active, I think it should not be misclassified in either. With its 40 explosions in last 400 years, it terrorized the region with success and even, there are signs (!) Indicating evacuation routes and entering the reservation, there is even a pushbutoon indicating the probability of explosion. The volcano showed its activity for the last time last year. Yet, on the slopes, there is a small resort Las araucarias . And this station operating on Sunday when we got to explore the reservation. The eyes of the cosmonauts are alum. The next day the weather was not too bad and it was a holiday. It was clear that the station will work. Easy to approach in order to make the summit. Moreover, speaking of the station, it may seem odd to build a station on a volcano so active, but apparently, they did it in a place where one finds araucarias of 800ans. So, this is not where the lava flows. But it seems she was running a little there anyway, last year.

Returning, we passed through Termas de Malalcahuello I do not start too. Cutlery, dear, and Sunday afternoon, full of people. This is exactly the kind of things that Chileans love.

the morning so we left for the Llaima. The day before, I had a good mind, but at night I kept dreaming of the avalanches. The climb was difficult for me. The cosmonaut was very angry. We climbed to the left, which was not the route indicated in the topography of Lena, but all because the volcano has exploded and he was no longer the same shape. A French guide we met the next day said to him, he goes to the right, but there, the wind blew hard. We walked on the glacier which was stowed away by the lava flow. The lava was still smoking. I assure you, no gas, it was really lava.

I do not feel well because of it. Arriving at the spot where the glacier was well stowed away, he had to cross the lava. I could not remember my fear throughout the rise and there, the cosmonaut had had enough. We decided to descend. The cosmonaut said he never take me with him and he would sell my skis. I replied that it is a bullshit to go the next day and after Longuimay 1400 of driving 700km altitude Santiago. The cosmonaut said that in any case, there would not with me. Etc..

So in the end, we decided to take Longuimay. As Chileans love to regulate any and all close, it could not happen under the volcano, and it must be a market approach. Without food and stopping, it is mounted in 5 hours. It took time, too, because the volcano was very hard couvertpar snow and the slope was steeper. In the end, we took off our skis and we had to finish on foot. After walking, we saw more of skis because of the slope. Not a volcano nice, I would say. But we arrived at the summit was Advent made some photos that strong winds do not force us down. The descent was not nice, especially because we were spoiled by previous raids. The snow in southern Chile, is something extraordinary: a very light and much more stable. But L onguimay we had no luck. We spent Christmas around the Crater (Crater Navidad) where Longuimay exploded a Christmas party and then was Pathfinder. A

Suizandina, we took our bags and we went to the 700km to Santiago. Fortunately, most was done on the Panamericana, which here is a highway. But even when you see a cyclist without a far rolling in the direction cons to the edge of left lane, you have a little tired. It was the moment when I understood why in Santiago, nobody claims the bike paths. Chileans are not the same as we saw danger.

Me too, I was driving, and just after having driven a couple of policemen stopped me on the highway directly into the emergency lane. The emergency lane ended a few yards away by a lawn and there was no place to put a little more speed Advent reach the highway, but apparently it did not seem to be a problem. But I had no time why worry of stopping. I knew that my license is not valid in Chile. I decided to pretend I could see that c0est just a routine check of which I have spent full. And it worked. After I checked, the officer went in diretta track signaling with his hand cars to win the left lane so I could get out. And you know what? For the first time in my life am using my license as a license, not an identity card. Here, I can call me a driver, right?

Here we are back in Santiago. The leaves on the trees have grown, my geraniums have formed a virgin forest behind my windows and it's 20 degrees ...

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this week and early next week, the cosmonaut and I are on vacation. The cosmonaut had a few days off after his stay in Telescope and more, October 12, the Day of Shaves, as the day the discovery of America called in Chile. And then, after complicated preparations, we went south. The preparations were complicated because, as usual, nothing was préraré the eve of departure, we did everything on Sunday morning and suddenly, I can still run the station at home to take my glasses and toothpaste. And my computer, because this time the Comsonaute decided we do not camp, but we rest in a luxury thing. The first part of our trip, so we stayed at MILodge near Termas de Chillan and it was really very comfortable. We ate very well, the owners were really nice and in addition, it was at the foot of all the little nice volcanoes. Because in our ski touring guidebook to Chile and Argentina Frederic Lena, it says: "Elijah was tired of the high peaks around Santiago and wanted to see some nice small volcanoes in the south. "I'm sure the quotes are not correct in French, and it is because I can not see the topo as the Cosmonaute carries with him a Bible and Topo is with him Telescope at the moment. But reading this sentence, I told myself: "That's where I want to go."

summits around Chillán have only slightly higher than 3000 meters . No headaches because of altitude, not endless approach walks, no nights on the snow. It gave me courage so that I even decided to participate on the trip to there and 500 km to do, I drove 180, that was half (of time). And besides, I had to drive on the highway, which I hate! Despite the rain, I doubled as a Schumacherova.

comes ant, it raining cats and dogs, which was well in agreement with the reputation of southern Chile. After a good sleep, watching the window, we saw no volcano, but it was evident that the rain changed to snow. The day was declared a rest day and we did that just screw around in the snow, we made a snowman and then spent five hours in warm water for Termas de Valle Hermoso. It was not bad, but I must say that the other spas we visited in Chile were much better. So if you are in the region, rather go in Termas de Chillan, even if the view is not so pretty .

The next day we decided to climb the first small volcano, Chillan Nuevo (3186m). The snowfall was light and the day before without trace. We started our skis and we went there. I was afraid that I would win the title again Cacamolle, especially since I spent my nights thinking about avalanches. And the comment from the owner of the cottage "But you have Peles and ARVAs, right?" I was not reassured. But once on the climb, I saw that there was no risk of avalanches and more, I was not too difficult to mount. Finally, no more than usual. And then, Chillan Nuevo is a real volcano with smoke at the top and as I've never seen a real volcanic n upwind, I reasoned. So we arrived to the summit where we had posed for a little picnic. The volcano has its little heated with gas, but it smelled pretty bad. Then we began the descent into the beautiful light snow. Without effort, we are stolen to the bottom where the reward, a bath in the spa, we waited t. The bathroom smelled as bad as the volcano, but in the end, nobody did not comment when we dove into the water while we were all dirty after a day's hike. It seems that H2S, a gas that is popular in Chillan.

The next day, it was thought to an easy exit, 700 meters at the pass, descend 300 meters to a river of hot water, and go back. But since we knew we would rise by a ski resort, we tried to make a groomer to stop and get closer before descending to the river, make a small volcano. And as in my life, I have already stopped, apart from normal cars, train, bus, tractor and a Cinquecento who came to take us with our huge bags, I knew that stopping a groomer, it is possible. The trackers have risen to the latter lifts and we were off to the Chillán Viejo . At the summit, there was no snow, it has the shoes off our skis and then rushed to the summit passing near the exhaust gas. The end of the climb was not really easy, because a small volcano, it is only a heap of stones ready to fall into the valley and it is not very pleasant to walk in ski boots . Once at the top, we saw it is very windy and we decided to get off as quickly as possible. The cosmonaut said that the other side of the volcano, there will be snow, but on arriving, we saw that it was not snow, it's ice. Non spikes, we decided to go down the scree. I began to understand that even small volcanoes can be very nasty kind. But after we finally arrived at the skis, we crossed the ice and we could ski to the river e. In some places there was smoke coming out of the snow and watching, we saw that the gas is of Old (Chillán Viejo Chillán is old). Finally, we reached the river and we decided to eat. For the first time in the mountain instead of dining to cover myself, I changed into my swimsuit! But there was a problem. The river was too hot. Even impossible to cross. In Jersey, on the edge, we decided to go down a bit because we thought there, may be water would be cooled. Bugger! This Old, it leaves out the Others u sulfurized boiling everywhere and because of that that I burned the thumb in a small pond where I thought the water should be cold because there was no power or apparent source. And experimenting, we realized that the water is about the right temperature where you see algae. It has plunged into the coldest water and we ate. They brought the ham which I intended to cook in water and comes with a fondue. Then the cosmonaut was too hot, it transpired more than the ascent, and me too, so we decided to get our clothes and leave. But just before putting all our gore-tex, we had the good idea to go higher, there, where the river came out of the snow. And then, like snow melting mingled with water from the river, in the end we found a place with good weather. But he left us much time, he had to go back to the pass. It was walking fast and made me the compliment Comsonaute typical: "If you wanted, you could redo the summit, it is only in your head that it does not look how you can walk fast." I do not tell him that I walk so fast because I have no desire to make the descent into the night. And suddenly, it came down in the light of day.

Coming to the summit of Old, we looked at the top of Snowy (Nevado de Chillan, 3212m). The Cosmonaut's absolutely wanted to do the next day. Me, knowing it's a long hard climb, leaving the groomer I proposed knowing that we could never pass up the Nevado in place of the old mount. "No, this summit, he deserves." The cosmonaut said . And then, the day after our climb Viejo, we went to win the Nevado. With the Pathfinder, we went to the casting of lava at an altitude of about 1500mètres, to where we built our little snowman on the day of arrival. The guy has almost melted, but the lava was still there. To Nevado, he had to cross. The cosmonaut was all happy and putting the skis on the bag, he said: "That's the real ski touring, starting with the skis on the bag." After 45 minutes of walking in the mountains of lava and into a creek when our skis on the bags kept on getting tangled in the bushes everywhere, he still admitted that it's crap . But ultimately, it will be released, it was skis and began the approach. The snow has been so far, but little by little, we arrived and we climbed the glacier. The wind took my hat Cosmonaut. The hat stopped much lower and have prevented the cosmonaut to go search. The first summit. About two o'clock in the afternoon, the summit was not far, it had to end up, fully erect. Our ski slipped a lot because our can seal were completely wet. Even with knives, with lots of snow on the skin, it slipped and the skis were very heavy. So we decided to go to the landslide on the side and walk. But the landslide was also in a very steep and there were only crossing on the other side able to see there, the slope is less steep. The crossing was horrible. Even if the cosmonaut took my skis, I stop to imagine one of us fall bottom. Finally, we got to go through, I cried for ten minutes and then decided it was too late to go top, albeit very close. In addition, we did not know how would descend. Fortunately, it was not difficult and the volcano has therefore been a little nice. We picked up the hat that was already taken by a condor who thought it must be delicious corpse. In the valley, lava and shrubs waiting for us. That's how I took advantage. But I do not care, small waterfalls, because if it is not life-threatening, it is quiet. Then finally, we saw the head of Pathfinder and we came back to MILodge where a hot bath in the Jacuzzi outside waiting for us . That it was well deserved.

The next day we went. Cosmonaut's feet became all red and weird. If one was home, I can clearly see on the couch saying he could not walk. But then, other volcanoes further south we waited.

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Fiestas Patrias

In early September on the intersections of Santiago, jugglers, artists, vendors of Super Ocho, fruit vendors, newspaper vendors, sellers of anything and beggars who do not sell anything, they watched as the vendors of flags. As the month of September, not even the month of September, I asked myself why all these flags. It's true that Sept. 18 is Independence Day, but in France, do you see sellers of flags from the beginning of July? And you see, at all? In Czech, it's the same for us, independence is the end of October and the only thing you hear is that your sub stores eager to start shouting Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!

But in Chile, it is really due to approaching independence. In days, in stores, signs that make you think to order empanadas appear. Then you hear from time to time people talk about gifts for the children to understand that it must also make a gift to your maid, janitors, gardeners and others involved in building where you live. And once your colleagues are beginning to complain that they will still grow, you are sure that these celebrations there, it should be as important as Christmas. In Chile, the country where shops do not close until late at night when the restaurants never close, small signs telling you: September 17, is closed to eleven o'clock in the morning. At sixteen hours. And by law, not later than seventeen hours, but at this hour, Santiago has already emptied and the place of pollution, it is covered by a smell of barbecue, asado , as said here. For me, it meant that I still worked on Thursday morning, but my group of families with Alzheimer's disease, with which I work Thursday afternoon was moved to Wednesday. Thursday afternoon, I went home to rest a little before the feast by cold and deserted streets of Santiago and the only sound I could hear was the lapping of the Chilean flags in the wind.

The real Independence Day, Friday was eighteen. We went to an asado at the head of cosmonauts. The chef is French and because of this, the asado was not quite Chilean already in place empanadas, we ate a pie with eggplant, meat was well cooked and not too rare to the Chilean and most importantly, no flag on the front of the house. What is even against the law. If you are a foreigner, you have the right to also your flag, but lower than the Chilean flag.

We came too late to get out, but Saturday, it was decided to see the festivities in Chile. It was the currents in the parks of Santiago, they spend it on things and finally we decided to go to the park Suarez home in Providencia. Karen and Anthony went before the Parque Padre Hurtado see the Queen, May s apparently there was too much of the world, no place to park and a huge queue attendte to enter. Since the Parque Suarez is much smaller, was hoped to find a place for us. It was very hot and as we arrived about an hour, we were able to enter. And inside, there were booths with traditional tricks and stuff makes it fair, then lots of people with strollers, cages with farm animals, so ostriches, llamas, chickens and rabbits, presentation tools that are used on the farm and then, fortunately, booths with food. They were taken to the attack and saw that the beer is served in a goblet made of plastic and empanadas empanadas ressamblent uncannily which you can buy at the supermarket. By eating them on the podium, a little competition in cueca was happening and Karen said that the dancers dance very badly. While this festival had to Providencia is something very artificial and fake . A little filled with beer drinking in the sun, we laughed a lot watching a rodeo competitions and children or parents have struggled with even more enthusiasm as children, but then we decided to go see a real rodeo elsewhere .

A Lo Barnechea. I've talked a lot about the neighborhood of luxury, but I've not said there is a part of Lo Barnechea, el pueblo , a hill which, although cut off from all this luxury, live people rather poor, people who have lived there even before the wealthy decided to build homes in the hills around Santiago. Although el pueblo de Lo Barnechea seems to be richer than the southern districts of Santiago, Chile I'm sure none would be paranoid feet. And as the villagers, they were farmers at the base, an arena is part of the village. And during the four days of celebrations, rodeos took place there.

Without a problem to park, as most people have come by public transport or on foot, we went up to walk to the arena through a dusty road lined with booths. The kiosks were selling themselves lollipops, cotton candy, caramel apples, peanuts and sugar rolls with manjar, but we had a feeling that this festival is more popular and traditional than that of Providencia. Already, no paid admission. But before proceeding, I will still tell you one thing. The manjar. For an inexperienced visitor could easily be confused with the nutella. But manjar, the same as the dulce de leche Argentine is milk that is cooked until it becomes caramelized, ie until it becomes brown and rubbery and uses ecstasy Chileans. I have done that once in Valparaiso, where I bought thinking they are churros stuffed with nutella. Then, once the seller left me churros oversight, I offered this delicacy to dogs in the street.

But continuing the climb to the arena. On planks of wood, es villagers were sitting watching the first round of the rodeo. Two guys on hair, huasos, continued a bull and we have understood the need to catch the bull from time to time against the fence of the arena. Then the voice of the judge said two bad points. Or three good points. And sometimes no point. We watched and as the route to do with the toro is always the same, we come to understand where does the little bull, which is supposed to run and where huasos should return it and was thus able to anticipate, with a deep voice, the judge's decisions. Two bad point s when huasos were really zero, not only that they could not catch the bull against the board to return, but in addition, Toro has found a chance to escape completely, a bad point if toro has changed direction since huasos were not able to keep it in a clockwise direction of the shows etc. The audience was rather quiet and passed the time by gorging on lollipops, manjar rolls and peanuts. It was that children who grew excited at the edge of the arena. Huasos calmly discussed the performance of his colleagues and everything was covered by traditional music. Vaaamos ba ilar cueeeca the ... The most hysterical supporter, was without doubt a dog from the street, leaning against the edge of the arena, looked around, moving from time to time to see everything better and attentive, he did not bark once. They say that dogs do not have a vision very good, but I do not think so. This dog there, he looked all the rodeo for hours and it was that during the break he went away to eat some delicious trash.

Once night fell on Lo Barnechea, while the latter approached the rodeo. The last five pairs of huasos fought for the victory. I was a little disappointed that just before the couple formed by a father and his son was removed because the son he had not even the age to drive, but in galloping on his horse, he mastered the bull in a way that I never master yogurt with my Pathfinder.

After the rodeo ended, Señorita Francisca, an Indian girl dressed in a traditional green robe, whose elegance is quite comparable to traditional robes of Bolivia, gave medals to the winners. Then it was time for a little more traditional music which gave hunger Cosmonaut. So we went to taste the empanadas and choripan , kebabs. The empanadas were good and excellent choripan. But still, I wonder how the Chileans arrive by gorging on empanadas, lollipops, mound con huesillos (you guess what it is :-)) of manjar and other things equal. You have to be patriotic to do that.

They sold the choripan near a tent where a group of music roused himself on the podium and people, too excited, danced like crazy. The cosmonaut has begun to saturate some Chilean folklore and once at the podium to the arena, a group of traditional music from Patagonia was prepared to play, we decided to fight back. At home, in Bellavista, the Patio Bellavista, in this sterile environment and tourism, this Saturday night, was empty as I've ever seen.

Sunday, we decided we had seen enough of patriotism e Chile, and we went for a stroll in the mountains. It is mounted Pochoco a hill behind Lo Barnecheou. By strategy, we would not leave Santiago in another direction towards the mountain range because we knew that Sunday night, our city will re-fill of people and traffic jams on the outskirts will be monstrous. The ride was quiet and pleasant and the summit, we were able to say hello and to see that Plomo Provincia summit, there is almost no snow and we will soon try to mount.

And now, spring begins! By rain, of course. Moreover, it is also the International Day of Alzheimer's disease. So, assoc with where I work, we set up a small stand in front of La Moneda. Were being distributed flayers, gave little balloons to children and grannies in the direction of association have even invited a guy with a barrel organ which, by playing a song loop, has discouraged any public who wanted to get close talk to us. And so, listening to this crazy song, it has raised awareness of the risks of disease.

And it is joyful month, the cosmonaut from the telescope on Friday.

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As El Mirador is still remained undefeated (thanks to Cacamolle)

I have not had much time to write in the last days. The cosmonaut is in Santiago, I'm working, I'm learning Portuguese and most importantly, our lives become more social important. Tuesday night, Ruben, a new postdoc in the Centre, came to see our apartment to see what to expect in Chile at that level. We wanted to compare it with apts in Vitacura and Las Condes where we spent the weekend booze. For the last weekend, it was so bad we did not come out the nose of Santiago. Fortunately, the cosmonaut was not pressed to go skiing since Sunday afternoon because of rain, the road collapsed Farellones four places leaving two dead. Compared to that, the 1300 people who were trapped in the stations below Farellones, it's nothing serious, but not still ask me how many foreigners have not missed their plane. Because people were not "released" on Monday night.

But to talk about Ruben that he came to see us Tuesday night. He came with other friends of the Observatory and for the first time we had the opportunity to test the strength of our neighbors in the night. And, as I thought, one minute after midnight, the phone rang for the guard to tell us that our neighbor had awakened. Without doubt the one that complains that I shook the water from the window and called the guard when she hears a noise unauthorized. It turned out the music and tried in measurement possible, speak softly, but apparently that was not enough. In the end, the guard came to see him and he had to find that the noise is not outrageous, because after we had more phone calls. Who would expect it to Chile! But they could continue to party and it would be nice if the cosmonaut had not remembered that he had a bottle of visnovice home freezer. The next day I could not attend the courses conducted, even if they were in the afternoon. Well, it happens.

Friday evening, as it seemed that the weekend will be no rain, no rain expected as this was the case of the last two, we decided to go in the Cajon de Maipo. I've already told you that we tried to ski touring in the Reserva del Morado, but I was sick and a great Cacamolle and we could not do anything. Friday night, we still planned to sleep in the Refugio Lo Valdes . But Friday was Friday, Sept. 11 (not 10 as I wrote in the book, but that I have settled on Friday morning by phone) and it is the anniversary of the death of Allende and military coup in 1973. At four o'clock in the afternoon, knowing that a night in the snow waiting for me, I went to Santa Lucia for me purchase of a sweater in wool Chiloé. But to my surprise, I have not been able to get into the subway. Neither the first nor second nor third. So I decided to walk into a library and walking, I called Karen to say hello. She advised me not to go in the center, because apparently in Chile, Sept. 11, there are cars that burn, the .... that spurt water and tap underneath the demonstrators with police. That's why everyone runs away at work in the afternoon. I mean, to get home before the demonstrations, not to fight with the cops, of course! Karen me said that the transit stops normally about three hours and it's very odd that I even saw a few metros. Yes, I saw the subways, for cons, I have not seen any fighting. But Pedro told me that there were petrol bomb thrown into a street next to their house, stories about the protesters are not entirely a fantasy. In any case, foresight, I returned home for leave as soon as possible Vitacura, at work or he's waiting for me with Cosmonaut Pathfinder loaded. I knew that the trip to Vitacura take a long time. And it did. The two buses that I saw refused to take me and then finally I took a taxi. And then we were in el taco , plugs. The taxi driver told me that there is such a mess at this hour because of 11. Apparently, even the drivers want to go earlier. I do not know if September 11 is really that dangerous or if it's more traditional Chilean paranoia combined with the possibility to start the weekend a little early for a good reason. Anyway, the taxi driver was so sorry for the time we spent in traffic that made me a small discount. Nice!

I arrived at the Observatory to 18 hours. We went to Refugio. The route usually take half past one ET was there ever imagine what it's Gave beef in red wine by talking to the keeper of the shelter and Pedro who was also out there trying to pass his days of rest after her stay in Telescope. But an hour and a half after the beginning, there was still Americo Vespucio, the device of Santiago. It has been suggested for small steps and dream of a good dinner has begun to reduce the dream to come again that night at the Refugio. And we saw that it was not won when we arrived in San Gabriel where a police post guarding the entrance in the Cajon de Maipo. Usually, the police let you go without asking you what it is, but as it was dark, and most nights Sept. 11, we got arrested. Where are we going? We will climb a peak. "Now?" the officer asked. No, not now, now is the time that the kitchen at Refugio is being closed. But the keeper's wife has promised to leave us a sandwich. But the arrival was not won, we had to enter the station, the police officer, during the 11 decorated with a metal helmet and a gun, told us.

And so we went to register. In the small police station shabby, a policeman's ears off, the same like the time we went into the valley to the Maipo Volcano, sat. He asked for our papers and we gave him our IDs Chile. Our cards are diplomatic, which has a huge drawback: they are blue and different from those available to Chileans, and nobody understands that it is therefore of identity cards. The officer then took our maps, he looked, turned, put one next to another, back again, gave the left right and of left and right when you've already begun to suspect that soon, there will be smoke coming out of his ears, he spoke softly: "This is not an identity card." We tried to explain and was told that our PPR (ID) is different because we do not the Chileans. The officer, continuing his small gym with our cards, asked, and where you work? And how did you come to Chile? Pucha, I thought, it is possible that nature is allowed to astronomers and psychologists! And of course ilegal immigrants! When he saw that his questions lead nowhere, he asked us if we did not have another card that would prove our identity. The cosmonaut took out his French identity card and I, as usual, I used my driver's license. It was only after the officer had my license that I realized that I just gave my license invalid Chile to Chilean a policeman. And wonder if the Chilean validation that would allow me to drive, I can not do to give him, because I have not and Comsonaute either, because it is completely out rule. But luckily the officer was obsessed by the mystery of our identity cards. In the end, he shook his head and he left. I hoped he would seek his head, but no. He returned with his police card. "Look," he said, "What you give me is like that. "He showed us his card to a policeman." policeman's my card. "Yes, yes, you see." And this, "he continued showing us his identity card, "is my identity card." He paused dramatically. "cop card" he repeated to be sure we understood. "And the ID card." A look round. "But you're not here for the first time, you!" he said, "You have a Pathfinder, is not it?"

Come on. He left us to fill out a paper and he let us pass, perhaps by sympathy to our beloved vehicle. And all that, that we took only half hour.

At ten hours, finally, it has opened the door of Refugio. We ate our sandwiches and we began talking with Pedro and the guard until midnight.

The morning sunlight woke us up. On my lips, a big herpes has grown, perhaps because the stress of the day. I do not know, I have a sort of allergy to the mountain. But it was time to go to the Reserva Morado. The entrance to the reserve was closed due to a "sporting event". And the event was kept, of course, by the Chilean police. I asked them if they could enter. They have confirmed that there was no problem, but as soon as I turned to go back to our car miraculous, the officer stopped me and asked, and you do what? A summit, I say. And camping? Yes. So that, no. Prohibited. Too many accidents. Danger! Ah, what they are drunk Chileans with their paternalism!

We went to check the information with the keeper of the reservation. He asked us if we had the sleeping bag and tent. Yes? Then, he'll register as Montanist and everything will be perfect. In our responsibility.

All content, so we left on skis in the valley to El Morado. Our goal was to make a base camp deep in the valley and up the next day El Mirador (3883m). It was very hot. Everywhere on the slopes, there were avalanches that have fallen in the past week and twice we were forced to cross them. The bags were heavy, yet, around three hours, was at the bottom of the valley. It has assembled the tent and was melted snow e to make a soup. When the sun set behind the mountain, we snuck into our small house whose floor was very cold and we were heated with the soup. Then read a little and the topo around eight hours night we fell asleep. I was afraid of cold, but finally I slept like a baby. Evidence that the cosmonaut as well is that at five o'clock in the morning, we're not hearing the alarm and woke up so we do that to six hours. What would be better advertising for "Alka" Cervenkova Jana, the woman who sewed our sleeping bags?

We quickly drank some tea and we went out. And looking at the sky, we realized why it was so hot. Because the sky was overcast. Cursed the weather, so we waited with the climb at the end there will go with the clouds! It took the skins and Fogue had gone. First through a corridor, then to a Frogbit. I did not like the idea of all the avalanches that have fallen, because I thought, who knows how many there are who are still waiting to fall? I walked quickly to release the fastest this damn hill. Plus, I figured that the snow has melted the day before, and it has refrozen reform world not covered in the day. The dream of a skier, what. My bag was heavy with all these ax-studs-machine and I could already see how I go down the hallway with my backpack. In addition, it was not at all the terrain elevation. Well, the cosmonaut said that the days and are great for learning to ski, but I could not help thinking the best of the day, it would find Pathfinder. We continued to climb with knives, because the slope was slippery. The glacier, I was already pretty tired. I do not know why, but since the ascent of Cerro Moai, I tired quickly. Or maybe I feel it more. Or, simply, I am a Cacamolle. And it was wrong. I said I wanted to Cosmonaut down, because in any case, it would not happen at the top. If we wanted to go to the summit, we risk another night in the tent. In addition, I said, we had told the police and they returned to the custodian on Sunday and we had an obligation to unsubscribe so that they no we want it! It was an argument moron, because I knew what's on paper, it is quickly forgotten and we would remember these registration cards once in the spring, we should identify the bodies. The cosmonaut told me it was just my fear of avalanches and stone and finished by saying: "If it's like that, I do not take you with me to La Paloma!" Ah yes, to punish me, I can not climb a peak of five million. It was very relevant in the situation.

And so we began the descent. I fell at least a hundred times and a hundred times I get up with the big bag. Still, it seems, I have derived no benefit during ski Cosmonaut. But to flexion-extension of the legs after a climb and with 15 kilos on your back, it's more than Cacamolle can do.

In the base camp, we folded the tent and continued the descent. A little further down the valley, was backcrossed two Chileans who camped out there just to enjoy the cold. They were the only people to be so far into the valley with us. "You have a can opener?" They shouted when they saw us. Bah now, at least someone who was saved by our early descent.

And here we are finally home. I'm not going to cook tonight, I'm too tired, I'll just order a bit of sushi. Good chance to say he did not personally Cosmonaut enjoy my current handling chopsticks.