So, the last time we talked about Chilean politics, Michelle Bachelet had just won handily the first election for president (November) and was campaigning again and headed for victory in the runoff election against her opponent Evelyn Matthei. And as we all know now, Bachelet
Wool, clay, wood, metal, stone, and horse hair, all materials that are readily available in Chile, and hence they are the basis for most of traditional Chilean artisan products. Late last year, while the presidential campaign was absorbing most of the airtime in Santiago’s public
Breakfast on Day six again at the Military Hotel, and we were off on the last stretch of our trip in Chile, for today we were to drive along the south side of Lago General Carrera, and cross over into Argentina at the border town
We were awakened early on Day four, 4:30 to be precise, by a trio of frustrated roosters who, sitting right below our windows but out of reach of the rocks we threw at them, incessantly begged us to rise and shine, so we got another
Day five started early for us, since we had to reach the RÍo Bravo landing, three hours away, to take the morning barcaza back across to Puerto Yungay, and on to Caleta Tortel where we planned to have lunch. Caleta Tortel is a small unique
Early the next morning, after a great breakfast of toasted homemade bread with thick butter, bittersweet blackberry jam, scrambled eggs, ham, and coffee with rich whole milk, we departed Chaitén. The skies were clearing, and in the bright, cool morning air the still-smoking volcano, an imposing
Our destination on day three was Cochrane, a city about 360 kilometers south of Coyhaique. We had been told the road was really bad, and that we would not make very good time, so we left early. Our information was correct; this part of the
It was still dark when the alarm sounded in our first floor room of the Zafiro Hotel located in the small village of Pelluco, overlooking Puerto Montt Bay. Joaco and I were sharing a room, and two of Joaco’s brothers, Claudio and Gonzalo, were in
It was still dark when the alarm sounded in our first floor room of the Zafiro Hotel located in the small village of Pelluco, overlooking Puerto Montt Bay. Joaco and I were sharing a room, and two of Joaco’s brothers, Claudio and Gonzalo, were in another