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Chile 2000: La Serena and Santiago


La Serena on very little sleep

Tuesday, Dec 12

--on the beach at La Serena. There and back again. Our last night was marked by alternating trends of well-what-should-we-do-next and we're-running-out-of-time-let's-observe-this-now. About halfway through You-Hua decided it would be a good thing to observe each and every LBV in the Magellanics. Granted, they produce spectacular spectra, but it's hardly the primary focus of our observing. But, since we'd gotten all the FUSE targets I wanted and more, we did it.

There's a sort of mania that grips the last night on the mountain. You know you can't put off until tomorrow that peachy-sounding target you've been tempted by for no good reason. Thus it was that I was running NS slits across N206 practically until sun-up. Then the mania of tape-writing began in earnest. I brought six tapes with me at 14GB each. This was such tremendous overkill concidering each image, even reduced, was 10 meg. 175 images * 10 meg each = something less than 2GB. I wrote a tepe each for the raw and processed files if nothing else to not mix up the file names.

Sleep was very hard to avoid. Since I almost missed the carryall last time, I wanted to stay up and take care of things. A hike along the rim of the northern drop-off in the early morning revealed a multitude of birds and flowers. Sitting on a rocky ledge below the old, abuandoned hut--Blair Witch Observatory?--I spotted three viscatchas down on the rocks below and finally got a good look at them. Even several minutes of mutual observation didn't change my opinion that they're really strange creatures.

Bummed around for a while at the 4m poiking into rooms I'd never been in before. I even managed to get into the central core which really seemed like something ina first-person video game. Fascinating and spooky all at once.

But sleep could not be completely avoided and I found myself at 11 am with nothing to do. Some sleep ensued and I felt that horrible just-woke-up-from-REM-sleep feeling about an hour later. Lunch and carryall and down the mountain we bounced at great speed.

I mooned about the Recinto for a while and ran into Arlo Landolt who invited me out with a group of folks for dinner. This was very welcome. More mooning about desperately avoiding sleep.

At the appointed hour I wandered over and found that the group of folks was Kim Venn of MacAllister college in MN and her formerly-undergrad student Allison. They were headed up the mountain for four nights of Magellanic Bridge work on the 4m. We also had Steph Wachter and Don Hoarde, CTIO staff people and the very tall Jim (Hughes?). Dinner was sought at a non-Chilean place-Pizza Mania (emphasis on the second syllable) where good conversation and food was had. I hadn't realized how desperately I needed a Pisco sour! At last, home, bed and 12 solid hours of sleep!


I finally stumbled out of the house at the crack of 1 pm and caught a ride with Don down to the mall. Walked from there to El Faro where a large sign announced "Playa el Faro No Apta Para el Bano. Bandera Roja, playa no bano". El bandera roja was flying, probably on account of the surf which was up, so I didn't swim.

But a walk north revealed a very large, very dead seal or sea lion washed up on shore. Probably 8' long. Further walking found the Elqui river. Now I'm lying amidst Americans near el Faro surrounded by a group of typically teenage Chillean girls. Perhaps it's time to wander on...


Avenida Del Mar leading down to el Faro (lighthouse) and la playa.


El Faro all decked out for Christmas. What you can't see here is that the garland is decorated with enormous wooden watermellon slices and strawberries.


The Max Planck Institute for Adult Education. And here I thought it was in Germany...


The airport. Not a terribly busy place.

Wednesday, December 13

La Serena Recinto-- Well, today is the day I find out how Amy travels. As Tom says, it's very important that a couple travels well together. I suppose I don't really know how well I travel. Reasonably well, I think. Sure, there's the language problem, but I get by. Yesterday I managed and spoke not one English word. I wandered from the beach up to the Plaza and toured a couple of churches. Goregeous. Bought stuff at La Recova and turned down the inevitable resuranteurs. Managed a papas fritas transaction despite not knowing the word for mayonaise or mustard.

Dinner was prepared and I collapsed in front of the TV to watch, among other things Retro Top, an 80's MTV type program. "Shout! Shout! Let it all out!" Now it's raining very slightly and I'm waiting for Tito. I really hope Amy's flight went (is going?) well. Travelling by oneself is less stressful, but also much less rewarding...


Santiago (not particularly foriegn)

Arriving in Santiago, I met up with Amy and we spent two half-days exploring the city. It's a big city of five million souls and feels a bit like any other major world city, say Atlanta, but with big mountains in the middle distance and a slightly Hispanic air. Many thanks to Mark and Arianne for letting us crash with them and store some things at their appartment!


The view from Mark's appartment during the morning.


...and here is the same view in the afternoon!


Amy catches up on her journal in one of the parks. Meanwhile, hoards of Chilean high-school kids dumped each other in a puddle of mud.

Thursday, Dec 14 So far so good except that my feet hurt something aweful. Another gorgeous day, though hazy and we're sitting atop Cerro San Cristobal above, but still within earshot of the stupendously bustling Santiago.

Things went pretty well all told in the last 24 horas. Tito dropped me off after a fascinating discussion regarding water-borne diseases and ways of using cacti to purify and flavor drinking water. I hung around the sleepy La Serena airodrome and watched the guards chase the stray dogs off the runway so the (out-of-place-looking) Lan Chile jet could land. Amy was waiting for me when I debarked and it all came as a bit of a shock. Mixing worlds and all.

We babbled at each other for a while and found a cabby (Robertito) who ferried us to the San Pablo Metro station for the exhorbitant sum of $7000. There-after a number of Adventuras en Espanol ensued and we zipped through the very modern Metro toward Tobalaba and Casa Mark. Heavily laden and sweltering, we wandered the streets and found, at length, 3069 Callao and Mark. He let us in and apologetically went back to work.

We relaxed a bit and then spent the afternoon wandering aimlessly around the Las Condes and Valencia neighborhoods getting footweary, sunburnt and very tired. My general impression of Sgto is that it's pretty much like any other National City in the world. Not terribly foriegn nor interesting. Looks and feels a bit like Atlanta, except for the Spanish part.

At 8:30 we were to meet Mark and some other ESO folks for dinner. We hung about the Banquedano metro stop for a while and got into quite a conversation with a travelling Cubano named Hector Serey who spoke about as much English as I speak Spanish. Amy, however, held forth most impressively as we discussed all sorts of topics. Quite a friendly fellow. First class. We exchanged cards and he said aside to me, "She is your girlfriend? You hold onto her. Veeery beautiful!" Hah!

Mark arrived and by 9 we were attempting to order various food at Simon Rest. Various calamities occurred; they were out of what we came for and our replacement dishes were cold. Also present were Ariene, Mark's French S.O., and two other French ESO folks: Nicole and Anne. Eventually it was home and bed.


La Moneda with flags flying.


Snappily dressed palace guards at La Moneda


Another scene in the Presidential Palace.


Christmas in the Southern Hemisphere


A very interesting statue in the Plaza de Armas


Santiago, old and new.


Mr. and Mrs. Pedro de Valdivia. Pedro was not a nice dude. The things he did to the natives were really apalling. Rumor has it he was killed by having molten gold poured down his throat. That's karma for you!


The pullout couch was wonderfully comfortable and by 11 we were out on the town. Tickets for the bus south were bought and then we hit the tourist sites in the downtown area. La Moneda, the presidential palace, was quite impressive and bedecked with lots of extremely spiffy-looking soldiers in green and white dress uniforms complete with swords. Saw half the population out and about in the pedestrian malls and had a highly greasy lunch of pizza (for her) and escallopa papas fritas (for me) which turned out to be fries covered in a batter fried, very thin steak. Quite tasty.

Continued to the Plaza del Armas which is much larger and more paved than its La Serena counterpart. Looked in on Santo Domingo church which was no biggie and headed, by tube, back to the area we had dinner last night. For $1000, you can ride up this large funicular to the top of Cerro San Cristobal where there is a great view and a breat big statue of the Madona. Huge, wax covered racks of burnt-out candles mark the offeratory location and brings home the Catholic nature of this country. Now we're resting los peds on a peaceful bench near the Saint Christopher chapel and will soon head back to base camp.


The view from Cerro San Cristobal overlooking the heart of Santiago. It's a really big city!


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