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!
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