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Sea lions, diving, penguins and Seamen

I often hear that my posts on the blog are long. It is true that I never had the problem of producing the required number of pages, when I was a student. And even if the subject was repeated. I've already talked about the sea lions, divers who are not insects, I even mentioned the elections (in Czech) is that the penguins that I have not yet addressed. Let's go slowly.

After our return from Martinique, we became very sociable and the first ten days they spent going out with friends at Bellavista and partying with people. Gradually, my activities business is back to normal. it is not surprising that we want to travel back a little. We decided to go to Los Molles, a small village north of Valparaiso and about 160km from Santiago, which means next. To get there, take the Panamericana to the north. This stretch of highway is a Ruta5 and was therefore able to expand our collection of things you can see on the highway in Chile. Besides the usual cycling and mothers with strollers, there has been such a gentleman who was crossing the highway on horseback and believer in the coolness of the horse in front of our trucks and Pathfinder. Fortunately, his horse has not pay any attention to the vehicle, he jumped the fence in the middle and it stopped before jumping into the lane in the opposite direction. Then, returning, we saw a big truck filled to the brim with bags filled with sand. And on top of these bags, there was a car. I absolutely could not imagine how they got to put it there, but I saw a fairly sharp how they were able to attach, so I told the Cosmonaut double the truck as quickly as possible or find another way to break away.

Once in Los Molles, o na put our suitcases in cabañas. Chileans hey love this kind of shepherd because cabañas are also equipped with a kitchen and holidays come and cheaper. And then the little cottages also have a place to grills, asados and that's all that Chile needs to be happy. Los Molles is a village where people go mainly family and most people not really rich, and cabañas are therefore almost the only way to stay, finally, if you want to rent a house directly.

First, we decided to go eat and cosmonaut, who has visited the village in 2004, took me to the Pirate Switzerland . As you can imagine, the restaurant owner is Swiss and it goes well with all the other slightly crazy Europeans who settled in South America to open a shelter or a restaurant. You remember Rose Anden as Llaima volcano or MILodge near Termas de Chillan? In the pirate, there's no menu and welcome, the attacker tells you that he has not nor coca, or pastel de choclo, or other things that Chileans love. And afterwards, it gives you a short course on ecology and how you should pay attention to water waste. You say it would probably be a little inappropriate to ask where are the sewers the restaurant because you are in Chile at the edge of the ocean and then you are also almost sure that nobody bothers to build a central processing because ocean is vast and free. But you do not ask, because the atmosphere is nice and the Pirate too.

After lunch, we decided to go on the beach looking for a diving club and reserve for tomorrow. There are two diving clubs in Los Molles and Cosmonaut already had the honor, or rather the horror, to know first. The dive instructor was a fisherman who dived without the depth gauge. So I said we would try another club, Atmósfera4 . But he told us we could not dive on Sunday because there were elections and everyone should go to the polls. I had a brilliant idea to ask if we could dive right away and that, by cons, it was without problems. No questions to the certificate or medical card level. The manager has just asked if we had eaten and when it has complied, he gave a small smile. I knew why so I took two Kokulinek, the homeopathic Cocculine, my best friend on the road and the sea And we went there: a monitor, Cosmonaut and me. The boat was a small fishing boat and we were dressed in neoprene not very new, but very thick. It had a hood on his head and shoes on feet. In short, it was the area of deep divers, not like in Martinique with our small shorties. The Cosmonaut kept repeating that this is where I'll see what it's real dive when the water is cold and so on.

We arrived at the site and had to get water. There was no ladder and had to drop back, as do divers in movies. The water was at twelve degrees. it changed from twenty-eight in Martinique. All four had been shot around the waist and had a little hard to stay on the surface even with the inflated stable. The waves rocked us and it was difficult to stay together. The instructor took me by my stable and we started down. Underwater, no one saw the waves and we have shaken so much that did not even know if we're going down or up. I felt that I was also caught Cosmonaut. Later he told us he was beginning to lose sight of when he was only three meters away. Then I saw algae that moved at tremendous speed under our feet. A stream that has brought us did not know where. We started on the belly and they continued to descend. The guys took me between them. And after it was responsible, and we saw sea stars, fish and algae. I did not understand at all how they were arrived at by this barrier surface. We swam in a cave, and all of a sudden we saw a shadow. A sea lion! There are plenty in the Pacific, decidedly more than plungers and the lion was so curious to see who we are. He came to see us very ready and he stopped to see. And all of a sudden he's gone.

Leaving the cave, I mentioned that I had only 50 bar in my bottle. I consumed everything in 18 minutes compared with 50 minutes I could dive in Martinique. He had to go back. So again, passing the barrier, shaking and trying to do and more to make a landing. Finally, we were on the surface and the monitor started to call the boat. I did what I could to stay on the surface with his shot. The waves rocked us as in The Drunken Boat. The instructor told us that the ocean was very calm, but I think it was only through Kokulinek I arrived to bring lunch to the Pirate's Beach.

By entering our little cabin, the feeling that I would never dive in Chile began to dilute a bit and I thought see the sea lion so close was amazing. The cosmonaut was very quiet. Only in a while he told me it was a dive by far the most stressful. He even said I was courageous to do so after six dives in my life. Well, I see that he understood the need to pay me a compliment from time to time, but I also know I am always very courageous at first. I was with mountaineering and climbing, before that I lived a few rides with him.

the evening we wanted to go for a walk Puquen, a place behind Los Molles is known for its biodiversity. But one is in Chile, so you have all surrounded by a high fence and so long that even the Chinese could admire. And the door was, of course, closed.

And it was also closed in the morning, but after the evening spent with the Pirates, we said that we should not leave without seeing this place. So we jumped the wall of two feet, being careful of glass fragments on the board who was there to prevent the thugs to see this piece of nature. We walked and on the edge of the ocean, we saw a police car . We hesitated a little further, but finally we did. Was cross the police a little further before reaching a point where we can see the sea lions island, Isla de los Lobos.

We politely said hello and the police also said hello. Cosmonaut then asked if they had seen sea lions Yes, the police have responded. "Muy lindo! , very pretty, the conversation continued the Cosmonaut you. Yes yes, very nice, the police said. And having had this little friendly conversation, we said goodbye. No question about the fact we are in a closed book. This is fairly typical.

were observed sea lions and pelicans when a man came with his son about five years. Maybe it's open, it was said. But on returning, we saw that the door is always closed with a few locks to protect nature really well. How little did he jump the wall? Without using the Cosmonaut, I could not do it, but it kept me foot so I could ride. High sitting there, contemplating how to get down without breaking an ankle, I saw a car coming and stopped beneath my feet. I sat motionless. There was a young woman who came down and saw me on the wall, she asked me: "It's closed?"
"Yes." J said the height of my wall.
"And high? "
" Well yes. "I responded:" I'm here with my boyfriend, he helped me up. Are you alone? "
" Not with my daughter. "The young woman was smiling. And I've already imagined the pretty girl's dress torn pieces of glass.
In explaining its came from afar, the daughter began to climb the wall to see if it happens at the jump. Ah, Chile, that's it!

The cosmonaut has also crossed and wishing good luck to the young woman with his daughter, we went to the beach to eat some empanadas with seafood And then we said goodbye to Los Molles and we left south hoping to find a nice small village where we could and diving, and surfing.

But we went further south, the month was nice. We had arrived at Zapallar Papudo and where all owners of big homes Lo Barnechea they have a huge shack. We saw nothing of the road because it was bypassed by gigantic blackberries. But fortunately, between the residences, there was a small cemetery where even modest human beings as we were able to enter and have an ocean view. But more than the ocean, I was fascinated by the tombs which they received this the size of residences. Can someone explain to me why a single death needs a tomb which is six meters in five?

It was only towards the wall, there, where we had no view, where we found the graves of the time when Zapallar was not a luxury destination. Besides flowers, the graves were decorated with windmills and vivid colors on the trees around, bells made music. On a tomb was found even a Christmas tree.

Zapallar After visiting, we went to Cachagua simply because we never saw of penguins and according to the guide, we can see Cachagua. And if that was the endoit where we can observe penguins even though it is only an hour from Santiago? Yes, here!

Near the beach, there is a small island, Isla de los Pingüinos inhabited by a colony of cormorants, pelicans and penguins. All you need binoculars or a good eye and you can enjoy. It was observed how the art penguins jump into the water from the slopes of rock and I can tell you that for the elegance and security, they can do without the competition problems with the sea lions Isla de los Lobos . In short, they are dropping like sacks of potatoes in the hope that there is no rock in the water.

We continued a little further south, but little by little, he had to return to Santiago. Once on the highway, we put the radio to hear the results of elections and soon we realized that after 20 years, Chile moves to the right. So you have the president Piñera. Actually, I expected it to, because Piñera kept talking about the economy and security. Chileans, like the French, shaken by news of the crisis and crime have been seduced. Too bad, because I do not think this is the direction in which Chile should go. The Millionaire Piñera is primarily a business man and I think many people voted for him thinking that Chile is so rich that Piñera himself.

I told you so soon on a sad note. But let thus speak Ms. Piñera. When she spoke of the crisis, she said that even his family had money. For example, they drink more Coke.

Knowing the situation of many Chileans, I can not help feeling a certain queen. I hope it will not end by a revolution.

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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.