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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.