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Pelicans, sea lions and cactus flower

Just above our house, about half in the Cerro San Cristobal, there is a ZOO. It never happened in my mind to go, but then I tell myself that perhaps, it would be worth. This weekend we spent on the Pacific coast and we saw so many exotic animals that I wonder what he can show well here at the zoo. Rabbits and deer? There is not here. Instead of rabbits, there are vizcacha and instead of deer, llamas. But I'm sure it's still the poor lions elephants and company that provide exotic Sundays children of Santiago.

Our initial plan for this weekend, they were still touring skis. But I begin to think that this year, make, it will not be our destiny. Last week, the weather for the weekend that he would repeat bad. Clouds, fog, cold. And as to ski touring in Chile, that means at least one night camping in the snow, I refuse to go if he does not look good. Petite, I too listened to the play of Cimrman speaking travel to the North Pole, where the expedition, which accounted for the food to get there and then forgot multiply by two, thawed a previous sender found by chance, with the sole intention of eating it. And I want to be sure of being thawed by the sun, not by a bunch of hungry explorers.

So, we decided to climb the Cerro Morado next weekend. Saturday morning we woke up and I got scared. What I see from the window when I open the curtains blackout, curtains plastic, not very beautiful, but the only alternative Chilean shutters? I was afraid because I knew he would do great good. And yes, that was the case! Quickly, he should seek a another plan. I wanted to go walking around the mountain, but insisted the cosmonaut to go into the sea Apparently, he needed to see the sea it must happen from time to time people who were not born in a country no more sea and surrounded by barbed wire. So we cast a glance at the map and saw that south of Valparaiso, there is no city, no roads. Nothing. Lions, as it was formerly. It was thus that there is a big garbage dump of the second city of Chile, or pure nature. Google Earth, we have not seen the landfill and in addition, the Cosmonaut noticed a small island called Isla de los Lobos . I had said. Lions. Sea lions

As Cosmonaut has a sore leg while driving, it was me who took the wheel again. I thought Saturday, there will not be too much traffic, but it was not really the case and still had to be embedded in roads full of cars. But fortunately, Friday, I went by car with Karen, a Chilean friend who told me to squeeze between cars, the best part is watching the driver of another car and make a sad look. Well yes, of course that the Marseilles, he told me not that, he said he should speed up and become embedded as can be. I was just not sure if this way how is not effective as of cute little pot of yoghurt blue Karen. But apparently it works even dirty windows of the tall, old Pathfinder khaki and muddy. So I crept to where he was and then I took the highway. As usual, I found a bus to get behind, so as not to be honking for low speed. The only problem was that I could not find the button to close the window and had hair everywhere. I found somewhere near toll and I was able to do a little performance by trying to close the window along with pay during which I stuck my arm Pay in the window. Then I gave some shots chaotic driving in the tunnel, because I was convinced that I had forgotten to put fars and then trying to put it was that bad. Yeah, seen through my sunglasses. Well yes, if I do not color my hair, I'd be blonde. But no, saying that we learn from our mistakes? You know how hard it is to start driving after thirty years? I assure you, it's almost as hard as learning a language after the fifty!

I hate motorways. They scare me. I think it is against nature to move at a speed of 150 km / h with a crowd of people, each of which is enclosed as a piece of metal. But bravely, I still advanced to 100km / h, even though I was shaking a little. When we arrived almost at Valparaiso, the Cosmonaut asked me how much fuel I had. I bravely ventured out to inspect the back of the bus in front and saw that just, I do not gasoline. The control arm of gasoline, thirsty, was gently stretched and the little light on constantly. And that was too much for me. I looked everywhere but no gas station in sight. Then we went down the highway to find one. And she was. Closed! The idea that I must return on the highway with empty tank had unbearable and I say, loosely, to Comsonaute to take the wheel himself. He said he has no idea why I panic like that and that is everything. Me, I said that on the contrary, I deserved a compliment for my courage to drive 70km on the highway in a panic attack. And then we began to discuss it, then we found a gas station, we talked again and after, thankfully, we arrived on the coast, so beautiful that it left us speechless.

At first we wanted to go to far, but as the road ended with the last village and on the trail we took, there were no signs, we came to a kind of camping. About hundred meters below our feet, the ocean seethed. On the rocks below, there were algae, and then on the slopes, there, where life could grab him, he grew cacti and other succulents. The cactus was in bloom. We sat there and took out our picnic. When we were just finishing pino empanadas bought on the way, I heard something slosh. There was a pelican that had landed on the water bottom. Yes, the real pelican with the bag on the spout. From time to time I do not know why it started to spin the water with wings and it was this strange noise. I wanted to stay a bit to watch it, but told me that the cosmonaut would see still tons, pelicans, and we would look for sea lions and La Isla de los Lobos. And as the laws of nature want, it is still the only pelican we saw.

But we saw tons of sea lions near Far, walking, we saw that the front slopes of the island are full of sacks of sweet chestnuts. But who bothers to put bags of potatoes on an island! So this has got to be sea lions! It came closest possible on a rock and began to observed. Unfortunately, we forgot the binoculars, but it was not very far. The sea lions seemed to rest quietly in the sunshine, but after a while, we realized that the quietly, that's about as quiet as the subway in rush hour. Because there are many sea lions Then those arriving early does not bother to go higher than just where the waves do not arrive. Those who come after, have no place to land or to move higher. So they go below those already laid. And do not be a sea lion to understand that a sack of potatoes wet, a bag of three hundred pounds, which passes over your head, not what is most pleasing. When a new entrant made his way over the bodies of others, it happens not without yelling and a few bites, no doubt. From time to time, a great lion gets up and tries to put everything in order by shouting loudly. But Chile is a lion and put in order, it is not given even to people here, so do not be surprised that the nap of sea lions, this is just noise and movement in all directions.

Once we looked long enough chaos lionien, cosmonaut showed me cormorants and sea condors Attention Do not confuse condors Andean condors with the sea! While the Condor mountain is the second largest bird, the condor sea is a kind of large black hen. Look.
To see the sunset, we went to a beach. For the Pacific, the ocean was very quiet, but I've never seen waves like that. And taste the ocean is really salty, I m e'm taken a wave to his knees.

After sunset, we returned to Santiago. The evening was margin with friends in Liguria decided to wake up in the morning to make ski tracks. But of course, the morning was a bit hard. Finally, we arrived at La Parva and we saw that winter gives way quickly in the summer. Where it has struggled to spend the last week we found a ski center with barren hills. However, it has been to indulge in snow transformed, but since the temperature in Santiago is at least 20 degrees the day I think I can say that the European summer is already sitting on the plane with destination South ...

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The Cosmonaut

Finally, the Cosmonaut is back in Santiago and it remain a whole month. This is the longest since we arrived here. There is something to celebrate, even if it means I'll finish the book Jodorowsky I'm reading can be until October and that will require me other sports performance.

As I said before, it rained a lot in Santiago the last time, and that meant that snow on the mountain. It was followed closely to know when the weather is what the weather will improve. Thursday! Usually I do my volunteer work Thursday, but this week the group was scheduled for Wednesday. Moreover, for the first time I am alone with this group alone, without Andres Isis. I have not really slept the night before, thinking how I will do if the gentleman from the south, who speak mouth closed, will come. But eventually, it went well. And day of skiing was well deserved.

Wednesday night, Karen, Anthony and Loula came to eat. Loula has decided to join us for the day of skiing and Cosmonaut has offered to come and fetch her home. It inhabits only a few hundred yards from us and in any case, we said we would go to Vincent in the house In three Pedro is on the way home Loula. Personally, I am told that the cosmonaut is kindness reincarnated as it wants to get friends in the morning traffic to the site to ask to come here. It was only once we were stuck in monstrous traffic jams that I realized that this is not the kind of cosmonaut, but the fact that during all those trips to the telescope, he completely forgot that caps exist. But gradually we came to Vincent and then we went looking Loula. It was out of his street and take Avenida Salvador to the south. Crossing, we saw the arrows in digital face that heralded the Avenue goes both ways. Besides these arrows, there were two panels said that the only avenue is to the north in the morning and just south in the evening. Believer rather than digital to analog, we turned south and found ourselves face to six lanes of cars that were racing in our direction. Fortunately, the Cosmonaut is fast and he quickly turned to the north and it is still alive. After twenty minutes from Vincent Road to Loula, ie on a journey on foot takes fifteen minutes of walking to grandma, it was found Loula Street, but cons, we could not take it because she was traveling in the opposite direction. Go around the block meant to spend at least ten minutes in traffic. Pathfinder was stopped on a sidewalk and I called it comes to Loula. She had to walk three blocks. Almost as far as in Vincent.

Four, so we left at Valle Nevado. But beware! Already out of Santiago, the road was blocked by cars because the police have checked if everybody chains in the trunk of his car. After spending an hour in the cap, it started to roll a bit, but on the road with the 40 baffles to Farellones, it blocked again. It was a bit due to traffic, but also because at times the most unpredictable, drivers have received the Chilean idea light: "Oh, because I stopped anyway, I could put strings!" No matter that the road was dry. At the edges, there were guys in uniform who offered help with the chains which shackled just panic. Sometimes a driver has blown a lead and decided to make a U turn to go to Santiago, a damn that morning, no down because the road is very narrow. The panels showing the hours of descent were also observed that the panels "Señor Motorista, put you aside when you put your chains to not block traffic . Avoid the cars down in the baffle has again slowed down the traffic, of course, but the Chileans are not too Zen, so they do not believe that just by waiting, we can improve the situation. After two and a half hours, it is finally arrived at Farellones. Loula rented a snowboard and Vince shoes, a mask and gloves also. You can just rent, but after a look at the ski suits can be washed a few years ago, Vince chose Cosmonaut's torn pants. And he bought socks. It's the only thing you can not rent.

And it was left for Valle Nevado, which takes normally 15 minutes Farellones. But drivers who have decided to return, drivers put chains and an ambulance (empty) cons feel cared what the sport deserves. We spent an hour. And then, after four and a half hours of the road instead of a regular time, we were there. On the track!

As we skied for three hours, the cosmonaut has decided to return on Friday. The forecast of bad weather and it was not planted. But the enthusiasm of the Cosmonaut did say, when we got frozen in the wind on the chair lift, as himself, he thought it would be much worse, because there no fog. it's called optimism that.

Saturday, it was my birthday. And while it was still bad, we stayed in Santiago. In the afternoon we visited the Museum of Pre-Columbian art, which would be one of the best museums of Chile. You'll find historical artifacts from Central America and South America. It is really well done. Then, as after each crop, you must eat, we went to the Mercado Central in a small restaurant to eat seafood, we walked and we bought some lawyers (without fibers " pura crema ) , papayas, oranges (without nuclei, sin PEPAS ) and onion (which does not make you cry "No llore ). I made a paella for dinner and was washed down with a bottle of champagne which was brought from France. Two, because if you're the wife of the ocean, you know, it's the best way to celebrate.

Then Sunday, we again had wanted to leave the city. The weather was fine, but go skiing for a day touring Santiago is a bit complicated. So we decided to go see Reserva La Campa na located between Valparaiso and Santiago. Its highest peak, El Roble, has only 2222mètre and that makes the Campana which is the hinterland of the Alps, but at least we were sure not to drown in the snow. We wanted to climb the Cerro Campana which is a little lower than El Roble (1910m), but there is no road that goes over the top and there is no observatory. We took the Ruta 5 and was down to Tiltilal. The road passing through fields and plantations of almond trees in bloom, olive trees and cacti that produce a fruit called tuna . This part of the valley is wetter than Santiago and is therefore here that come from vegetables and fruits that we buy in Santiago markets. We stopped on the main square of Tiltil because we had need to make money, and to our surprise, we really found a distributor. Otherwise, Tiltil is of Rokycany, my hometown, Chile. The tourist will never tip his nose and even if people who see their village to be too big to greet automatically as villagers know very well who is who. Closely, we passed by a river (why build a bridge if there is not water but a few months a year ...) and we got to Olmue where the entry in the reservation. As usual, we had to pay admission, and say where we are heading. Right next to the window, there was an inscription announced that he was forbidden to climb the Cerro Campana in the months of July and August. I told the gentleman at the counter we'd like to go by car to the mine (La Mina) and walk to the top of Campana. The gentleman told me it was forbidden to climb the summit. I asked why. Too many accidents in the winter months. O n did not even need to give a glance with the cosmonauts. We knew we would try. And I think the man knew it too. He gave us the keys to be able to open the way for the car and was promised they would never walk up there, we'll just screw around around the car. The cosmonaut noted that we were both dressed to hide in the wild, me with my blue polar light and direct it blue. For once, I said that it took me over the head. You may say, a Latino, he respects nothing, but for example, unlike other countries in South America, do not buy a policeman, otherwise you'll end up in jail. Police officers are highly respected here and try to give them money, it's a great offense. Thinking if the Chileans rather tend to respect such prohibitions or rather not, we started to climb. And then we saw traces in the mud, without doubt, do not dated last fall. And a little later, we had a very clear answer. In front of us, three Chileans appeared. With helmets and a rope, not only were they on a path forbidden, but in addition they are fitted by a ridge and passed through welcome long before the arrival of the goalkeeper. They told us that there are other people at the top, what we could see a little later. The summit view was magnificent. We saw the valley of Santiago in the fog, the Bay of Valparaiso, the top of Plomo and ski resorts, and even Aconcagua covered by clouds. The climb was not difficult or dangerous, rather like driving a small Manquehue, but the reward was incredible. Too bad I can not really share it with you. It was without doubt one of the fox beggars who has bewitched our camera because he was not given anything to eat. All pictures are gray day sunny.

And that's all for now. Time to get back to work ...

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Long weekend in Santiago in the Maipo Cajon where How to lose his sense of itself in two days

Friday night, returned from the Cosmonaut Telescope. He had before him, according to the schedule, five whole days before he was not returned to the north. So we decided to spend a long weekend Cajon de Maipo. Matilda advised me to book accommodation in the Refugio Lo Valdes . Saturday was chillin in Santiago also to say goodbye to JB and Matilda who left for three months traveling in South America with their camper and two children two years and another six months. Saturday night we went out with colleagues Cosmonaut. After eating at Azul Profundo and then we went to La Casa en el Aire to see a concert. I write all this especially for you that the three areas (refuge, restaurant and bar) are very nice places, if you ever looking for places to Santiago.

Sunday, after a good sleep, we left in the Cajon de Maipo. In the car, we put our skis hikes, our ARVAs (even for nothing, the avalanche risk was the same as in Marseille in winter) and Settlers of Catan, a game which we are completely hooked. Sunday afternoon, the road to Cajon de Maipo was full of cars returning to Santiago. We wondered what happens in the Cajon. Is it possible that this small local festival in San Jose has attracted so many people? But no, my dear reader, no party! Snow! When we saw the first snowman sitting on the roof of a car, it was found it's funny. But there were other snowmen on roofs and even windshields, attached by a scarf on the wipers. We began to fear rather than any snow moved to Santiago with people. But fortunately, once arrived, we saw that there are still remnants. And on the remains, there were generations of Chileans on sledges and mothers cooked on picnic tables in front of the car tesitos , small teas, as they say here, to heat their children, fathers and grandfathers who have fun on a small hill next to the parking lot. This joy and these snowmen, it is much competition to the idea that, kids, we had, that is putting small snowmen in the small freezer for my mother to enjoy it as the summer. Moreover, the cosmonaut told me that Hawaii, where he observes sometimes people like to fill their cars with snow on the mountain to descend quickly to the beach and build a snowman ... of course !

We came to Refugio and we were there alone. Expected a little. Chileans have very little vacation and in addition, the Refugio is quite expensive for a Chilean average.

Monday, we woke up early to be at the time of opening the door del Monumento Natural El Morado. El Monumento is a reserve around Quebrada Morales, a valley that culminated in Cerro Morado (4020M). Nature reserves in Chile, it's simple, we chose a valley, block access, it is a door and you put a guy who charges people. The money earned pays the guy and other things like maintenance of the fence and I do not know what else, but it is certainly not used to protect nature, marked trails or stop people throwing the garbage everywhere. In addition, the doors open to reserve a time that seems logical to Chileans, ie, in this cases, at 8:30, which does not seem very logical to someone who is already touring skis in his life. Because that person knows he must start much earlier to go quietly when he is not too hot and to have enough time.

But this time, the late opening of the reserve was not really a problem. Because I have not slept well at night and when we started to climb with the aim of 1600 vertical meters to a hill of 3400m, I also began to suffer. Anyway, me, I suffer every time. I am a disabled person of any sports and I still remember how, when during the course of sports, people have chosen their team of colleagues to play volleyball like that, I stayed with Stolcova, always the last to be called. Stolcova, she was even smaller than me, she ate glue and once it was attached to our room by tying knots tight on ropes from his jacket and she did not come off. I am so accustomed that the first twenty minutes is always hell. But here, even after, it was hard, but I was thinking it would go. When we walked for almost an hour, I began to think whether this pain in the chest, is it due to pollution in Santiago, a swine flu or a cardiac arrest. I just need to blow my nose, but it's pretty normal winter, so I did not say that it is without doubt the cardiac arrest. Then I tried to persuade me that I am tired by the fact that the road does not go really, but it is rather flat. After half past one, I said it was especially occupy the body is giving me the news about my suffering, ie the brain. I remembered a song Nohavica, a Czech singer, who did a song on "Peace Tournament", an equivalent of the Tour de France in the communist period. The song says: "If it goes ok, and if it goes wrong, we must move forward, and it will yield." Except that in my case it was more of a flamenco version of "eeeeeeee, siiiiiiiiiii, çaaaaaaaa ...". The cosmonaut was going well before (Nohavica sings in his song "Hey, look, before he is a bastard, he said, there, I escape, that's his problem ...), he sought the path on the remains of the snow and he asked me if it's okay. Finally, he got me fired 800 meters in altitude, all that to say I am a "soft Caca", something green, pasty and soft, and he gave me some good tips how to train better. It had to go down, I would happily, if not most of my ordeal was the dish that was also flat on the way back. Then, on the contrary, the end was very stiff. And as I also could not really ski too. The cosmonaut had therefore the opportunity to reiterate that I am a Cacamolle, that I do nothing of his good advice he gave me during our day of skiing in La Parva and two years ago, I went down a hallway en Vercors much the same. And I made a hysterical scene before, but after I got off without falling. But yes, I remember well when I was scared to death, he said he had not I drop, because in that case I would not stop me and I ically make me very ill. So it is that you do not fall.

Fortunately, the evening I began to cough and good little need to blow his nose became a cold, so I was out of breath just by going upstairs. And then in the evening, I still lost Settlers of Catan.

occurred Tuesday morning with a heavy sky snowflakes. But you probably knew that, it will snow the next day and suddenly, you can make a hike. The cosmonaut has scheduled a climb for Cacamolles, thin 1100 meters in altitude. The only problem was that the path he had to borrow cars to shorten the approach was the way to Baños Colina. And that path was closed to the Chilean way, ie, there was a large earthen rampart at the entrance to any car or Pathfinder, could cross. It would therefore put the skis on his back and walk up the snow. The time m ark was estimated at "15 minutes if you walk properly." But the keeper of the shelter has advised us to go more towards the road to Baños Morales where you can get to the snow. Yes, the hike will be longer, but ... And there is therefore provided. Slopes were not a flake, but on the way, there was a layer of snow on the eve of a melt at least a hundred times to set the evening. But it was snow. We got out of the car. In anticipation of warmer times, I removed my sweater and I was freezing in the cold wind blows. And then the miracle happened. The cosmonaut said he was lazy, that the snow is horrible and if you would drop then. And

was dropped. It took a little walk in the other valleys in the car and we returned to Santiago. But not like this. The cosmonaut and offered me to drive. For me to learn. For I am a disaster! Cacamolle roads! I have my license for fifteen years, but more often than "driving" that I used "identity" when I forgot my documents.

And so I set to drive. First on a dirt road after the road and finally Santiago. Finally, most of the time, the four wheels of the car were on the road or on the road. Sometimes they were in the distorted, because I did not really mind where the car over the road and that I feel like the truck cons sense can never pass without I also release my way, I throw myself into the distorted. But fortunately, we have a Pathfinder and it likes. In addition, I have the drive and cough, sneeze and blow my nose at the same time and it is really hard!

But I told myself, I am not a Cacamolle, I get to the door of our building! But I forgot that I passed the driving school in Rokycany, a town of 17,000 inhabitants, and most of my experience post-license is held there. And as Santiago, it has twice the void in the number of inhabitants. On the road, I've always found a driver so slow that I, like a big truck loaded with dead, and I drove back, and having a good excuse why I drive too slowly. Also, it is only As a driver I've seen in Chile, everywhere there are signs: "Slow" or "Maximum speed: 30 km / h". Sometimes the limit is 50 and even 60 of them mad, so I was forced to accelerate, because driving in a restricted area well below this limit is more than my self-esteem can bear. I thought it was a pity that there was no police anywhere, because I imagined how I pressed the smartest of all when you stop me, in contrast to other drivers. But the cosmonaut, he told me I should be happy because I was arrested for disturbing public order.

In addition, we re-entered rush hour. When we were almost Americo Vespucio, cosmonaut told me to get in the way right, what I did, but it turned out that was the way that ended with the bus stop. The cosmonaut said thus become embedded in the right way, but there were lots of cars. What I saw in the mirror, which is not bad. For cons, I did not know how to do inlay. A Rokycany, we do not encrusted, they drove in a loop around the station and waited for the train when the girl's teacher happen to bring home. But anyway, I tried twice to m'incruster, but the cosmonaut told that to become embedded, already, we must not look in the mirror, but in the window, it is important not to slow down, but to accelerate and false spin in the first small hole between the cars. But we were already arrested on the bus and so I had to give way and driving in Marseilles.

I'm sure that even Stolcova she knows encrusted today. So I'm going to start. Then I can drive in the gym where I train. I do not shake Cacamolle!