Kara says: Mini-cruise!!! OK, just a ferry, but a three day trip counts as a cruise. This is a ferry that joins the southern tip of Chile to the rest of the country - there are no roads that connect these, the only way to drive is through Argentina which is apparently a worse option than a three-day ferry trip? I still can't quite believe that it's quicker/more economical to take a ferry than to just drive through Argentina for a bit but maybe there are customs/tax implications. So things move by ferry - cows, horses, cars, random freight. We talked to a truck driver who does the trip from Punta Arenas in the south to Iquique in the north once a month - it's thousands of kilometres, such a stupid shape for a country, they should just swap some land with Argentina to make it a more compact shape. We had a couple of trucks of horses and a truck of calves on our ferry, just out the back, one of the highlights of the day was watching them being fed after our breakfast - see pho...
Back to reality! Alarm clocks, deadlines, homework, it's all too much. So, going to spanish school every morning (and yet somehow, still not fluent?) we have joined the throngs of Buenos Aires commuters squeezing themsleves into the magic subte (underground) trains. The trains are magic because even though they are clearly packed to capacity when they arrive on the platform it's always possible to fit loads more people in. Magic! I think they actually have some sort of vacuum packing device fitted to the aircon. And managed to drag Karl to tango class. Alas there doesn't seem to be the concept of a beginner class here so everyone else is very fancy schmancy flying footwork. We got "special attention" from the teachers and were confined to the retard corner. There must be something special in the air here because Karl has almost found rhythm! And one of his left feet occasionally behaves as if it were a right one. Some photos here. A touristy visit to an old ship ...
Kara says:
Quito. Really lovely colonial city (I haven't said that before have I?) surrounded by green hills with the suburbs climbing up them. In the new part of town the hills seem particularly close and covered in wild jungle that no-one's ever got into 'cause of the monsters. Especially when the afternoon clouds and thunderstorms roll over the mountaintops. So Quito - Pizarro, 154_, you know the story. For a big city it's got a great, quietish but busy, really well preserved old centre full of plazas, churches and pleasant streets. And it's real! The plazas are surrounded by real shops for real people not tourist restaurants and souvenir shops. We had to get a new transformer (stupid 110V sockets) and went to a fabulous little electrical shop with every possible plug, wire, switch, capacitor, thingymagigy that you played with in physics class and now can't remember what they're for. If you lived here I think there would always be at least one dome...
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