A couple sunset photos from La Serena, Chile.
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Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
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Random Photos
San Pedro de Atacama backroad
Rain drops on the sunroof
Tocopilla homes
Stray dogs in Antofagasta
The Atacama
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Chile 2012
A new year, a new country. I've started 2012 in Chile and I will be here for an undetermined amount of time. The past three weeks have been nonstop moving and on paper it doesn't sound too bad, being that other than Santiago it was all beach towns. First was Guanaqueros, then Vina del Mar, Valparaiso, Antofagasta and tonight, Iquique. Yet, it has been more than a little tiring.
Trying to learn the butchered, Chilean version of Spanish is enough to make your head spin as well. It seems they speak little of the Spanish I learned in school. They use tons of slang, mumble, and talk mind-numbingly fast. Beyond that they also drop the s off of most words ending in s (mas o menos becomes ma or meno), which makes words I once knew just fast mumbled jargon. Some of Camila's family members speak fast enough that I assume they are making a joke at my expense, but to my surprise they all respond with no problems. I'll get it sooner or later, I hope..
Below are a few photos from my first couple weeks:
Valparaiso
Valparaiso - Reminds me of a Chilean San Francisco with even more color and character
Playa Totoralillo, 20 min north of Guanaqueros
Playa Totoralillo
Renaca - Vina del Mar
* I would have proper accents in words such as Viña del Mar and Valparaíso, but no matter what I do I can't seem to prevent the blog from awkwardly highlighting them like this...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Return from South America
A few days ago I returned to New York City after an exciting, productive and exhausting two month journey through Peru, Bolivia and Chile. As usual, after returning from an extended trip, I seem to be stumbling through life filled with a variety of confusing and conflicting feelings. I am happy to be back to see friends and family, to do the things I love in New York (mostly involving eating) and to upload and begin editing thousands of photos. I am slow to get back to the grind of daily life, but equally anxious to find work, pay bills and begin saving for my next trip, whatever that may be. And of course, my greatest desire is to be back there, exploring a land that is unfamiliar, inspiring and overwhelmingly beautiful.
Processing two months of photos, notes and memories is no easy task when practically every day was filled with something of significant interest. I'll begin with a few unedited entries from my notebook.
"Peru has been a great time so far, despite the fact I was quite sick for the first eight days. Last years trip to Chile and Argentina yielded minimal stomach issues from drinking the water and eating whatever the hell I wanted. So I assumed Peru couldn't be much different. Unfortunately, years of grossly extended five second rules and minimal hand washing couldn't prepare me for Peru's substandard sanitation conditions. In hindsight, my first meal in Peru probably shouldn't have been a plate of ceviche, 4 pisco sours and a glass of water. But was it the best ceviche of my life? Yes. Was it worth eight days of hugging a toilet? Probably.
Across the country the standard of living is significantly lower than anywhere else I have been, so far. Bolivia will not doubt surpass Peru. The overall lack of control and law is refreshing. A majority of driving laws are generally ignored and looking into poorer neighborhoods it's hard to imagine things like building permits or safety inspections exist. Being from a well-to-do American suburb where you can't fart without getting glared at, I always appreciate disorganization and a lack of law enforcement.
As a whole, Peruvians appear to be hardworking, but it is never really clear what they are doing. Walking through the streets you'll pass a man moving dirt from one pile to another. A woman sorting potatoes into seemingly uneven piles. A man building a wobbly brick wall in the middle of a field. And women with huge blankets on their backs filled with food, salable goods and a baby or two trekking for miles, uphill, in the middle of nowhere, at a slow and steady pace.
To say the least, I find life in Peru quite fascinating. Markets, corner stores and bus rides are more interesting than they have ever been in the US. It is a country with incredible food (with the ability to ruin weak American stomachs) rich culture and breathtaking scenery. It is a place where everything is cheap, and you can always get it cheaper. If you know how to ask. Religious celebrations are an excuse for the police to turn their backs and allow everyone to get wasted in the streets and dance, eat and fight all night long. In Lima, the traffic may be beyond obnoxious, the pollution terrible and the city less than exciting. Yet, they have some of the most incredible sunsets I've seen in years and some excellent restaurants."
Sunset - Barranco, Lima
Sunset - Miraflores, Lima
Sunset - Miraflores
Best raw fish I've ever eaten - Edo Sushi, Lima
Peruvian countryside
Processing two months of photos, notes and memories is no easy task when practically every day was filled with something of significant interest. I'll begin with a few unedited entries from my notebook.
"Peru has been a great time so far, despite the fact I was quite sick for the first eight days. Last years trip to Chile and Argentina yielded minimal stomach issues from drinking the water and eating whatever the hell I wanted. So I assumed Peru couldn't be much different. Unfortunately, years of grossly extended five second rules and minimal hand washing couldn't prepare me for Peru's substandard sanitation conditions. In hindsight, my first meal in Peru probably shouldn't have been a plate of ceviche, 4 pisco sours and a glass of water. But was it the best ceviche of my life? Yes. Was it worth eight days of hugging a toilet? Probably.
Across the country the standard of living is significantly lower than anywhere else I have been, so far. Bolivia will not doubt surpass Peru. The overall lack of control and law is refreshing. A majority of driving laws are generally ignored and looking into poorer neighborhoods it's hard to imagine things like building permits or safety inspections exist. Being from a well-to-do American suburb where you can't fart without getting glared at, I always appreciate disorganization and a lack of law enforcement.
As a whole, Peruvians appear to be hardworking, but it is never really clear what they are doing. Walking through the streets you'll pass a man moving dirt from one pile to another. A woman sorting potatoes into seemingly uneven piles. A man building a wobbly brick wall in the middle of a field. And women with huge blankets on their backs filled with food, salable goods and a baby or two trekking for miles, uphill, in the middle of nowhere, at a slow and steady pace.
To say the least, I find life in Peru quite fascinating. Markets, corner stores and bus rides are more interesting than they have ever been in the US. It is a country with incredible food (with the ability to ruin weak American stomachs) rich culture and breathtaking scenery. It is a place where everything is cheap, and you can always get it cheaper. If you know how to ask. Religious celebrations are an excuse for the police to turn their backs and allow everyone to get wasted in the streets and dance, eat and fight all night long. In Lima, the traffic may be beyond obnoxious, the pollution terrible and the city less than exciting. Yet, they have some of the most incredible sunsets I've seen in years and some excellent restaurants."
Sunset - Barranco, Lima
Sunset - Miraflores, Lima
Sunset - Miraflores
Best raw fish I've ever eaten - Edo Sushi, Lima
Peruvian countryside
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