<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Chilean Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-4931322611515214740</id><published>2007-05-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T07:12:55.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Burt's and George's Chilean Adventure Part 3&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Tuesday, May 8&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_241fnsc46f7" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics1&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;In the morning, we drove up this road to Park Hornopiren, stopping to enjoy the scenery from time to time. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_242p39mt5gk" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics2&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_243g9pnzxfc" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics3&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We drove in the park as far as we could and were greeted by a friendly park ranger and his dog. We set out on our hike, accompanied by the park dog that guided us on our walk over bridges and through muddy paths. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;This hanging bridge was conveniently constructed with missing boards to provide us with an unobstructed – albeit nerve-wracking - view of the water below. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_244dx9jtggn" width=491 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics4&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_245f6pqdsfw" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics5&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_246gnpdxwcj" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics6&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Above – a horse-drawn cart still used for hauling logs. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_247d72tghhq" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics7&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_248cmbv9bgf" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics8&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=328 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_249gq7kwxc4" width=438 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics9&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We hiked up a path so worn by wear and water than, in some spots, it was six feet deep. I can imagine Mapuche Indians walking down this path for the past 500 years! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We were guided on our way by the park dog – a German shepherd - that showed us the driest parts of the path. Occasionally, when we would choose the wrong way, he would whine and wait patiently for us to figure out the right path. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We had hoped to hike all the way to a lake in Hornopiren Park, but a bull stood in our path. We shared our lunch with the dog and waited for the bull to move, but he wouldn’t budge. We finally turned around and headed back the way we came. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=318 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_250gv9hwbxr" width=424 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics10&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We drove back up the Carretera Austral. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_251qf76fdhj" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics11&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_252f2qjk4c2" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics12&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We rode the ferry back, heading north this time, our little grey Peugeot leading the pack. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We drove through Puerto Montt, took another ferry to the island of Chiloe and arrived at our hotel on the Plaza of Ancud in time for dinner. Sadly, there were no seats in the local restaurant as the town’s residents had gathered there to watch the soccer game – Chile vs. Mexico. Eventually we found a restaurant with one free table and enjoyed King Crab and Futbal! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=328 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_253cdb889hd" width=438 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics13&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Here is the plaza of Ancud right outside our hote&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-4931322611515214740?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4931322611515214740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4931322611515214740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4931322611515214740'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-4362967788883311</id><published>2007-05-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T07:10:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Burt&amp;rsquo;s and George&amp;rsquo;s Chilean Adventure  Part 2&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Monday (continued)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We drove south on the Carretera Austral (Southern Highway) to La Arena.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_229cns37z3f" NAME="graphics1" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_230dr852cnk" NAME="graphics2" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;As we drove, we saw fishing boats (above) and salmon farms (below).   It was feeding time for the salmon and we watched the salmon thrashing around and jumping in their pens.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_231g46tjghn" NAME="graphics3" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;In La Arena, we put the car on a ferry.  We then sailed across the mouth of a bay, avoiding terrain too rugged for roads, and connected up to the next section of the Carretera Austral.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_232cpknvkcs" NAME="graphics4" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We enjoyed the half hour ferry ride, watching fishermen at work and marveling at the views of the rugged coastline and the Andes beyond.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_233c8bvfrfq" NAME="graphics5" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_234wg5rzdcd" NAME="graphics6" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_235fzv4n7g7" NAME="graphics7" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_2365gzr2qct" NAME="graphics8" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_237dhxw4pcp" NAME="graphics9" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_238rht86vds" NAME="graphics10" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We spent the night in Hornopiren &amp;ndash; the end of the Carretera Austral during the fall and winter months.  The night was crystal clear and cold.  Burt and I stood outside our hostel for an hour, enjoying the views of the Southern Cross and the heart of the Milky Way.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We woke up to this scene from our hostel, looking out over the estuary at low tide.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_239gvz22bf9" NAME="graphics11" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=368 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-4362967788883311?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4362967788883311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4362967788883311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4362967788883311'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-7773239559874597299</id><published>2007-05-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:53:21.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Burt and George’s Chilean Trip&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;May 4 -14, 2007&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Friday, May 4&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My brother, Burt arrived in Concepcion, Chile from the States after a 24 hour delay in Miami.&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was great to see him and we spent the day letting him rest and acclimatizing him to Concepcion.&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was late fall and we expected the rains to start any day.&lt;SPAN&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;We planned to tour southern Chile, seeing the lakes and mountains, but the threat of drenching storms made us a little uneasy. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Saturday, May 5&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Saturday morning, on our way to rent a car at the Concepcion Airport, I got a call from my glider buddies asking if we wanted to go soaring. I said, “Sure! My brother and I are on our way to the airport to pick up a car rental. We’ll pick it up and meet you at the hangar!” SOOO … we had a great Saturday afternoon of flying! I soared in the glider and Burt had a ride in the tow plane and the glider. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sunday, May 6&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Sunday morning we left early and drove the scenic route to Temuco, where we had a typical Chilean almuerzo (lunch) – fresh seafood in central market restaurant. We drove on to Puerto Varas and were greeted by scenes of Lake Llanquique: &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=417 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_217d4tg88gz" width=555 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics1&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=397 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_218gddnj3c2" width=530 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics2&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=397 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_219hk3bw5gj" width=530 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics3&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Monday, May 7&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We drove southeast to National Park Alerce Andino, where we hiked through an alerce forest. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_220cdqbwqfw" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics4&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_221frfzxbch" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics5&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_222frcr47cq" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics6&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Burt stands between two Alerce trees. The alerce are a larch-like tree that can live for 4000 years. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_223fwcm2r4f" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics7&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;This is a composite photo of the largest Alerce tree we saw in the park. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=354 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_224fhg3tfhk" width=265 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics8&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=354 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_225fx36zqdf" width=265 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics9&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_22633gm67zf" width=489 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics10&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;After spending the day hiking through the park, we drove through rolling countryside on our way to the town of Hornopiren, where we planned to spend the night. So far the weather has been perfect!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV TYPE="FOOTER"&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-TOP: 0.46in; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in"&gt;&lt;SPAN dir=ltr style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 0.31in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; HEIGHT: 0.15in"&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;1 &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-7773239559874597299?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7773239559874597299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/7773239559874597299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/7773239559874597299'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-4637668111048050041</id><published>2007-04-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:26:35.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Annual Memorial Riot&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s been quite a week here in Concepci&amp;oacute;n, as the university community has prepared for their &lt;B&gt;Annual Memorial Riot&lt;/B&gt;.  Each day, on our way to and from campus, we have walked by police vehicles - jeeps, paddy wagons, even a tank topped with two mounted water canons &amp;ndash; all ready to pounce on rioting students and all parked around the edge of the campus.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_197hg446w" NAME="graphics1" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=413 HEIGHT=309 BORDER=0&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Thursday, March 29&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;, was the day of this expected riot and an expectant hush hung over the campus.  Police were everywhere and students huddled in groups, whispering and watching.  There were spray painted reminders all around campus and even at our local supermarket.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_198cvhkgx" NAME="graphics2" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=356 HEIGHT=267 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apparently, during a protest rally on March 29&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;, 1999, a university student in Santiago was killed.  Ever since, university students here in Concepci&amp;oacute;n remember the day by rampaging around campus and the town, smashing windows and roughing up people.  So, on the 29&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;, we braced ourselves for the &lt;B&gt;RIOT&lt;/B&gt;.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Although everyone was in a state of expectancy, there was no notification from the university administration that a riot may occur.  There was no information issued on what to do if there &lt;U&gt;was&lt;/U&gt; a riot.  No decisions were communicated in advance about whether classes would be canceled.  In typical Chilean fashion, all information was passed on unofficially by word of mouth.  Apparently, the system for notification is like the party game of &amp;ldquo;Telephone.&amp;rdquo;  News is whispered from office to office and person to person.  Our colleagues told us, &amp;ldquo;Well &amp;ndash; when the students start throwing rocks and Molotov cocktails, run for it.  OR stay put in the office with the door locked until the riot passes &amp;hellip; and the riots have been known to last all night.&amp;rdquo;    &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;With all the anticipation &amp;ndash; the police presence and the whispering campaign &amp;ndash; the day passed without incident.  Apparently, around 7 PM, the water canons were finally fired on some students, but by then Nancy and I were safely home.  I suspect it was just for practice.  Police and students need to stay in training.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;It was with a sense of relief that we headed out of town on Saturday morning to visit the world famous &lt;I&gt;Termas de Chill&amp;aacute;n&lt;/I&gt;, where the rich and famous ski in July and August and soak in the natural hot springs.  Chilli&amp;aacute;n is where the US Olympic ski team trains during the summer months.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;On our way out of town, we stopped by our Concepci&amp;oacute;n coastline to admire the view.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_199dfqt23" NAME="graphics3" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;A beautiful coastline &amp;hellip;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;hellip; lined with surf fishermen ...  &lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_200fx9hvk" NAME="graphics4" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;hellip; and enjoyed by a family of squatters.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_201gtbhbd" NAME="graphics5" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_202hkgdhs" NAME="graphics6" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We climbed the promontory (behind us in this picture), which stands to the north of the mouth of the Bio Bi&amp;oacute; River.  I have dubbed this Concepci&amp;oacute;n&amp;rsquo;s Rock of Gibraltar.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Standing on this promontory, I am looking to the south, over the mouth of the Bio Bi&amp;oacute; River &amp;hellip; Chile&amp;rsquo;s largest navigable river and the southern border of Concepci&amp;oacute;n. &lt;SPAN STYLE="background: #ffff00"&gt; &lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_203cb37tv" NAME="graphics7" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always"&gt; Here, Nancy looks north up the coast from the same promontory.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_204crmmbg" NAME="graphics8" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We decided that, while we had our rental car, we should do a little exploring around the Concepci&amp;oacute;n area.  As we headed out of town, we passed a common form of Chilean transportation &amp;ndash; the family horse and buggy.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_205hh8vnv" NAME="graphics9" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=365 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We checked out Lenga, a sleepy fishing village north of Concepci&amp;oacute;n and a favorite lunch spot of our friends in Concepci&amp;oacute;n.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_206fhncn3" NAME="graphics10" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=501 HEIGHT=374 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_207hg6jz9" NAME="graphics11" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=501 HEIGHT=374 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;W&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_208gxxcmq" NAME="graphics12" ALIGN=LEFT HSPACE=13 WIDTH=475 HEIGHT=356 BORDER=0&gt;e then tried to drive along the peninsula north of Concepci&amp;oacute;n but found that it is owned and operated by the Chilean Navy and not open to tourists.  I thought of my glider buddy, Fernando, who is a commander in the Chilean Navy.  Perhaps he will be able to show me around the naval base some day.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We drove for an hour east of Concepcion to Chillan and were greeted by the tree-lined streets and the alpine views.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_209d3qsws" NAME="graphics13" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=463 HEIGHT=346 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always"&gt; We visited Chillan&amp;rsquo;s central market, one of the best in Chile.  It is a city block crammed with vegetables, clothes, fish, antiques, beef, souvenirs &amp;hellip; and lots more!  If you can&amp;rsquo;t find it in this central market, you don&amp;rsquo;t need it!   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_210gdrjtg" NAME="graphics14" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;From Chillan, we drove an hour east into the Andes to the &lt;I&gt;Termas de Chillan &lt;/I&gt; where we spent the weekend relaxing and exploring.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_211gck2m4" NAME="graphics15" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_212fc2h5w" NAME="graphics16" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=366 HEIGHT=487 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_213dp2hn4" NAME="graphics17" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=374 HEIGHT=501 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_214fsttxh" NAME="graphics18" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;A view from the Andes to the Pacific Ocean &amp;hellip; only 1 &amp;frac12; hours away!  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_215gz2tkz" NAME="graphics19" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=489 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;After a relaxing weekend in the Andes, we drove back to the coast on Sunday in time to watch the sunset once more &amp;hellip;. this time from Tome, a town just north of Concepcion.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-4637668111048050041?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4637668111048050041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4637668111048050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/4637668111048050041'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-1306956517040434819</id><published>2007-03-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T04:15:09.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Thursday, January, 18   Chilean Fjords and Glaciers  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_96hbw25x" NAME="graphics1" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=563 HEIGHT=353 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;	Wow, what a day of sailing!  Looking out our port-side stateroom window we lazily watched the Chilean fiords pass by, while the Andes cascaded into the sea.   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_97d2wqbg" NAME="graphics2" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=424 HEIGHT=318 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We took a nap and were awakened by the deafening sound of silence &amp;ndash; no engines running.  What could be happening?  We looked up to see a glacier.  We dashed to the top deck to get a clearer view.  Stunning!   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_98hkdd3g" NAME="graphics3" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=364 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;They lowered a life boat (above) to take supplies to a glacier observation station (below).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_99g3hx98" NAME="graphics4" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=450 HEIGHT=305 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;	&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_100f8ffqg" NAME="graphics5" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=450 HEIGHT=337 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Dinner at Le Bistro &amp;ndash; the restaurant on board ship that served fantastic French food in a quiet, romantic setting.  Rack of Lamb and Chocolate Souffl&amp;eacute;!  What a treat!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Friday 1/19&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;At 7:30 AM the captain announced over the loud speakers that we were coming up to a glacier.   We went to the exercise room to walk and watch the approaching spectacle.  &lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_101f25nb8" NAME="graphics6" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=375 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_102g4g23j" NAME="graphics7" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_103ghn9cq" NAME="graphics8" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_104d9rzjn" NAME="graphics9" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=487 HEIGHT=367 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We spent the day bundled up, watching the Chilean fjords pass by.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;   &lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_105dqb6mm" NAME="graphics10" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=491 HEIGHT=368 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_106dtv9r6" NAME="graphics11" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=600 HEIGHT=374 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We had spectacular scenery at every bend.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_107cdfrwb" NAME="graphics12" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=600 HEIGHT=375 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_108fp4vxf" NAME="graphics13" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=463 HEIGHT=348 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The sun got hot &amp;ndash; so I improvised a sun hat from my napkin!   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_109gxqs8w" NAME="graphics14" ALIGN=BOTTOM WIDTH=463 HEIGHT=348 BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; At last, we entered the Strait of Magellan.  Nancy has always wanted to see this sight.  &lt;B&gt;No&lt;/B&gt; disappointment.  It was a thrill!   &lt;/P&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-1306956517040434819?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1306956517040434819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1306956517040434819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1306956517040434819'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-1750685945261790331</id><published>2007-03-27T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:30:36.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Monday, Jan 15 – A Day at Sea&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=348 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_53kx8x3q" width=463 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics1&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;We started every day with exercise, while enjoying a great view from the front of Deck 10.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_54hdhg6t" width=487 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics2&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;A day at sea – heading south through rough waters. We began our habit of ordering breakfast in bed from room service. Delicious and relaxing! We also began our daily exercise routine of walking on the treadmills – Deck 10, in the front of the ship, with a beautiful, though bobbing, view. We enjoyed watching the bow of the ship splash though the waves and we held on tight. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=375 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_55fjqx9z" width=501 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics3&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Figure 1 George checks his GPS - Yep, we really &lt;U&gt;are&lt;/U&gt; in South America!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=375 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_56hrkrc4" width=501 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics4&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We went to the 9 AM lecture on South America. It was boring, so we left. We went to the 10 AM lecture on shore excursions – not boring! - and we signed up for two. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=367 hspace=13 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_57fc7kcg" width=225 align=left border=0 name=graphics5&gt;&lt;IMG height=384 hspace=6 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_58tj6hd7" width=263 align=left border=0 name=graphics6&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Dinner at the Pasta Cafe&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We had lunch at the Seven Seas restaurant, took an afternoon nap, relaxed and read our books, had dinner at the Pasta Café (what a view!) and then slept through a night of choppy waters. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Every few hours, the captain posted our position on this huge map hanging in the foyer of Deck 7. Here are details from our day at sea while we sailed from Valparaiso, past Concepcion, and on to Puerto Montt. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=700 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_59dmgbmr" width=526 border=0 name=graphics7&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=750 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_60q874hj" width=563 border=0 name=graphics8&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=725 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_61cn6t39" width=544 border=0 name=graphics9&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=825 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_62f93db9" width=619 border=0 name=graphics10&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-1750685945261790331?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1750685945261790331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1750685945261790331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1750685945261790331'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-8226922747435050472</id><published>2007-03-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T04:13:49.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Wednesday 1/17 Puerto Chacabuco &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=598 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_82w4tpsg" width=449 border=0 name=graphics1&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We sailed all night, but in protected waters, so no chop or swells. Very peaceful! We anchored in the harbor of Puerto Chacabuco and tendered (or took boats) ashore. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=328 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_83dfsr47" width=438 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics2&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;It was fun watching the crew lower three life boats to be used as the tenders. They then lowered the gangway, which we clammered down to reach the boats. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=320 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_84dbw9zp" width=424 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics3&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We were pleased that one of the tenders was Lifeboat #10, &lt;U&gt;our&lt;/U&gt; lifeboat. Good to see it was serviceable!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=309 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_85f2bzdg" width=413 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics4&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We visited Parque Aiken del Sur – a Patagonian rain forest. It is a private, for profit, park owned and operated by Detroit Chile, formerly Detroit Motors. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=309 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_86fj5vrt" width=413 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics5&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We walked along El Salto Creek. Fifty percent of this forest was destroyed by a fire, lasting 20 years, that was started in the early 1900’s to clear the land for settlement. We saw the young and old Tineo, Pilpis and Notro trees and the ubiquitous Maqui trees. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=301 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_87csw85m" width=401 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics6&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;It rains 3000 mm/ year (10 feet!) here. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=301 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_88gtqtw8" width=401 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics7&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We lunched at a quincho, a traditional Mapuchu (or native) roundhouse. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=309 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_898hkx84" width=413 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics8&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;They served roasted lamb and Pisco Sours (the traditional – and ubiquitous – before-dinner drink).&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=309 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_90n5tqsm" width=413 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics9&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We met two new friends from Scotland, Irene and Kathryn, and we were all taken aback at the huge portions of lamb served for lunch! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=387 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_91rftdgw" width=387 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics10&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We were entertained by traditional muicians and dancers. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt; &lt;SPAN lang=""&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 425px" height=425 hspace=0 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_92d5vc3s" width=319 align=center border=0 name=graphics11&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Irene got caught up in the festivities!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=348 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_93cm3w5x" width=463 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics12&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Back on the ship, we read our books and watched the scenery go by from the aft observation deck. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-8226922747435050472?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8226922747435050472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/8226922747435050472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/8226922747435050472'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-5692226294736275881</id><published>2007-03-26T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:52:04.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Tuesday 1/16 Puerto Montt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_64gqrk2x" name="graphics1" align="bottom" border="0" height="337" width="450"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We exercised while we sailed into Puerto Montt. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_65fnks66" name="graphics2" align="bottom" border="0" height="328" width="438"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;George successfully supervised our first docking! We arrived late at Puerto Montt due to difficult seas and strong head winds. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_66gxcmtv" name="graphics3" align="bottom" border="0" height="356" width="475"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We disembarked at 10 AM for our first field trip – to Lago de Todos los Santos – Lake of All Saints – so named because it was discovered on All Saint’s Day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_67fntx63" name="graphics4" align="bottom" border="0" height="356" width="475"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We drove from Puerto Montt to Puerto Vara, through Ensenada up to Lago Todas Los Santos. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_68gtthw3" name="graphics5" align="bottom" border="0" height="367" width="487"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The clouds lifted and we had our first glimpse of Volcano Osorno. Breathtaking! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_69dq4bn4" name="graphics6" align="bottom" border="0" height="367" width="487"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After an hour’s drive on a pleasant bus with a chatty tour guide, Cecilia, we boarded a boat for a ride on the lake. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_70g9s6g8" name="graphics7" align="bottom" border="0" height="375" width="501"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We sailed on Lake Todos Los Santos for an hour, enjoying the view of Osorno (above) and the craggy mountains (below). The horseflies were monstrous, so we loved being inside the boat. These flies are only out in January so we were lucky! NOT. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_71g8vgv7" name="graphics8" align="bottom" border="0" height="375" width="501"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_7268b7ks" name="graphics9" align="bottom" border="0" height="293" width="475"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Leaving the lake, we continued on to the Petrohue falls. Here the volcanic rock has been sculpted by the flowing river. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_73fqcngz" name="graphics10" border="0" height="488" width="366"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After the falls we went to lunch at a restaurant just outside of Ensenada, Chile, on the road to Puerto Vara (Rt. 225). Great view and great food. We hope to return!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_74d67nx5" name="graphics11" align="left" border="0" height="475" hspace="13" width="356"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We strolled around Puerto Vara, on the edge of Lago Llanquihue (-&lt;i&gt;hue&lt;/i&gt; means place), enjoying a great view of the Osorno and Calbuco volcanoes. We finally mailed a letter to Nan’s folks – the one she wrote a week earlier on the flight to Santiago. We had been searching for a post office all week! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_75d5srhs" name="graphics12" align="left" border="0" height="368" hspace="13" width="488"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_76gxtzhk" name="graphics13" align="bottom" border="0" height="348" width="463"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Back at the ship, Vanna White shows off our state room window. On the wharf, there was a kiosk offering phone service to the US for 50 cents per minute. Nan called her folks – fun! Back on the ship – Seven Seas for dinner – early to bed – pooped!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 338px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_77gr8hqx" name="graphics15" align="bottom" border="0" height="338" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="252"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 337px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_78ddrndf" name="graphics14" align="left" border="0" height="337" hspace="13" vspace="0" width="253"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-5692226294736275881?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5692226294736275881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707562027328394260&amp;postID=5692226294736275881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/5692226294736275881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/5692226294736275881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuesday-116-puerto-montt-we-exercised.html' title=''/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-6719041196254999585</id><published>2007-03-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:53:59.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VOLCANO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Friday, February 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – Pucon, Chile &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At 7 AM we were at the outfitters, with four other victims. We were outfitted in jackets, pants, boots, ice cleats, ice picks, hard hats and gloves. Everything you need for a pleasant day’s hike. The thought occurred to us: WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;With a guide and a helper, we climbed into a van and drove an hour to Villarrica National Park. We took a ski lift up to the snowline - an extra $10 each - worth &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; penny! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_149cn979b" name="graphics1" align="bottom" border="0" height="320" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;(The volcano looks short from this perspective but believe me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;it isn’t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! The volcano is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;9, 340 ft. and the ski lift took us to the snowline, where we suited up and started to climb.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_150fgwsmb" name="graphics2" align="bottom" border="0" height="309" width="413" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At the bottom of the ski lift -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_151czzfw2" name="graphics3" align="bottom" border="0" height="377" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;- before we donned our hike-to-the-top-of-the-volcano outfits &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_152f5vqjr" name="graphics4" align="bottom" border="0" height="375" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Okay … so we’re ready to go!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The path up to the top is ice and crunchy snow. Not very reassuring for those (like Nan) who like to hike on solid ground!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_153hshmvm" name="graphics5" align="bottom" border="0" height="387" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“We’re doing this … why???” Photo of Nancy, as she questions our sanity (and pulls up her snow-pants … three sizes too large!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_154dzvxcx" name="graphics6" align="bottom" border="0" height="365" width="487" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Nancy was scared from the minute she put her foot on the ice (“Not much traction here, George!”) to the moment we reached the top (Rock! Solid rock at last!). We spent four hours climbing – slowly (“Lento, lento!” our guide kept saying). The last half hour, the guide held Nancy’s hand and helped her make it to the top. At the top we spent an hour peering into the crater, watching the lava explode. Awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_155hd9mvs" name="graphics7" align="bottom" border="0" height="328" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our picture of the crater (above) and a professional shot (below)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_156c82vds" name="graphics8" border="0" height="413" width="310" /&gt;O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_15738pn4x" name="graphics9" border="0" height="383" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The town of Pucon and Villarrica Lake in the distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_158crgtc4" name="graphics10" align="bottom" border="0" height="337" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Nancy and our guide – her new best friend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;On the way down, our waterproof pants, parkas and gloves came in handy as we slid down the mountain in a series of luge channels cut into the snow. We used our ice picks to control our speed. It was scary at first, but after the first two seconds, it was &lt;u&gt;lots&lt;/u&gt; of fun – even for Nancy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 277px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_159fd4bh9" name="graphics11" align="left" border="0" hspace="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 299px;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_160mdw5jr" name="graphics12" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The ski lift was not working on our way down the mountain. By the time we hiked to the van, we were stiff and sore … but what a day! We were taken to our hotel, where we soaked in a hot bath and collapsed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_161jbqw93" name="graphics13" align="bottom" border="0" height="348" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-6719041196254999585?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6719041196254999585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707562027328394260&amp;postID=6719041196254999585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/6719041196254999585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/6719041196254999585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-february-9-th-volcano-at-7-am-we.html' title='THE VOLCANO!'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-1375164783436812045</id><published>2007-03-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:44:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Sunday, Jan 14 – Vina Del Mar – Hotel O’Higgins&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=388 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_24dz8ssv" width=516 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics1&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Figure 1Hotel O'Higgins, Vina del Mar, Chile&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We enjoyed our stay at Hotel O’Higgins, the grand old hotel in the center of Vina del Mar, named after the George Washington of Chile. Every town we have seen in Chile has an O’Higgins street, just like every town in the US has a Washington Street. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=800 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_25gv62k6" width=600 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics2&gt;&lt;IMG height=800 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_26cz3n3j" width=600 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics3&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We checked our email at the hotel – the most beautiful internet café we’ve seen – and sent off notes to the family. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We went for a walk in Parque Quinta Vergara, the former Vergara estate. We climbed the hill looking for a view of the city. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=449 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_27hr6jqd" width=598 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics4&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We sat and had a quiet time, reading our Bibles on this beautiful Sunday morning in the park. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=449 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_28fwz8zr" width=598 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics5&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Figure 2 Our Ship - the Norwegian Crown&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We took a cab to Valparaiso, Pier 4 to catch our ship. We arrived about 12:15 and were on-board by 1 PM (the official check-in time). Very efficient! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=449 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_29gq64j8" width=598 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics6&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Figure 3 Nancy sitting in on the windowsill of our state room.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We were stunned by our beautiful stateroom! We lunched on cheese and bread outside on the observation deck, watching the workmen load the ship. After leaving port, we had dinner at Chopsticks – the Asian restaurant on board. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;IMG height=449 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_30fhc344" width=598 align=bottom border=0 name=graphics7&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;Figure 4 George relaxes before bed&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We mustered for a life boat drill and became acquainted with Lifeboat #10 – OUR lifeboat! All through the trip we kept a loving eye on OUR Lifeboat # 10, as we walked the promenade deck (Deck 7). &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;That evening, the seas were very rough and neither of us felt well. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=western style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-1375164783436812045?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1375164783436812045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1375164783436812045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/1375164783436812045'/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707562027328394260.post-6886674135904976635</id><published>2007-03-23T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:00:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Chilean Adventure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;by George and Nancy Saunders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;January, 2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Saturday, January 13 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_6dw3n3m" name="graphics1" align="bottom" border="0" height="431" width="575"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Figure 1 - View from our hotel room in Concepcion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Manuel picked us up at Hotel Araucana at 6:30 AM. By 6:45, we were at the Concepcion airport. We had an easy check in, except George had a pocket knife in his carry-on. They were gracious and allowed us to put it in the checked luggage. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_7hc566n" name="graphics2" align="bottom" border="0" height="384" width="512"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Figure 2 George waiting at the Concepcion Airport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;LAN is a great airline! It reminds me of US carriers before deregulation. They served us a great breakfast, had doilies on our head-rests, blessed us with smiling relaxed stewardesses - the works. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At Santiago airport we waited for Jerry’s Dad but did not connect with him. Phillip, the taxi organizer, helped us find a cab to Vina del Mar for $40,000 pesos – a great deal! (About $80 for a 90 minute ride). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_8drq7mm" name="graphics3" align="bottom" border="0" height="421" width="563"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Figure 3 Taxi ride from Santiago to Vina del Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The taxi dropped us off in Vina del Mar at Hotel O’Higgins about 11 AM. We couldn’t check in until 2 PM, so they left our luggage at the reception desk and went off, exploring the city. For lunch, we had empanadas from the local bakery, while sitting in the main square by the hotel – Plaza Vergara. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_9ckkhmb" name="graphics4" align="bottom" border="0" height="441" width="587"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Figure 4 Nancy eating empanadas in the Plaza in Vina del Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We strolled down Avenida Valparaiso to the beach. At the Chinese shop on Valparaiso we bought three lamp shades for the bare bulbs hanging from our apartment ceiling. On the beach, we bought miniature dancing figurines, walked out onto the pier, then back to the hotel to check in. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_10gkcwmt" name="graphics5" align="bottom" border="0" height="449" width="598"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nancy at Vina del Mar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_11cwmspf" name="graphics6" align="bottom" border="0" height="449" width="598"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buying figurines on the beach at Vina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At 2 PM we arrived back at the hotel to find it filled with rugby players from all over South America. Peruvians were scattered over the reception area, waiting to check into their rooms. We anticipated a noisy night, as this rugby convention was holding a big banquet that evening at the hotel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=drbsmrr_12fb7q2f" name="graphics7" border="0" height="598" width="449"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Easter Island Statue – guess which is the statue! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We looked for a dinner spot for a 6 pm dinner. What a joke! Do Chileans eat earlier than 9 PM??? On the way to our dinner, we were greeted by an &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Easter Island statute as we stopped by a local natural history museum for a visit. It was closed. Our first choice for a restaurant for dinner was closed, so we walked back to the beach. Our second choice for a restaurant for dinner was closed, too. Both recommended by Lonely Planet … which promised us they would both be open. NOT!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But, as luck would have it, we found a wonderful restaurant open on Avenida Valparaiso. We sat at a table on the sidewalk, listened to an organ grinder, watched the holiday crowds pass by, and had a great meal of appetizers – a vegetable plate and shell fish sampler. Excellent! For dessert, we walked to an indoor mall and had Café Cordova and tiramisu. Delicious!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707562027328394260-6886674135904976635?l=george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6886674135904976635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5707562027328394260&amp;postID=6886674135904976635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/6886674135904976635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707562027328394260/posts/default/6886674135904976635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george-chile-adventure.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-chilean-adventure-by-george-and.html' title=''/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07278298739080473123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
