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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.

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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 ...