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Friday, April 18, 2014

Valpariso

Valpariso, how absurd you are...you haven't combed your hair, you've never had time to get dressed, life has always surprised you.
 - Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet and Noble Prize winner.
 


The fires have calmed down. In all, approximately 3000 homes were destroyed and 15 people were killed. It will go down as one of the worst tragedies to hit the city. And this is a city, and country, wracked by natural disaster after natural disaster. Earthquakes are as common as getting a cold here. The last one – a monster at 8.2 – hit just a month ago. Then there was the really big one 4 years ago which killed over 500 people and caused billions in damages. Oh, and then the huge one in 64...earthquakes and disasters are just a way of life here it seems. For the moment though, everything appears to be back to normal, including the sale of wine, which was temporarily suspended during the “state of emergency”...what?! can’t buy wine?! It was a tough blow J


So Valpariso, or just Valpo to friends. A common theme here in South America, it’s one of those places with an illustrious past, but has lost its former glory in the modern era. Before the Panama Canal went in, ships travelling from the Atlantic to the Pacific had to go around the bottom of South America, otherwise known as the notoriously dangerous Cape Horn. Valpo was the first port encountered on the Pacific side, and was therefore of huge importance in the shipping world. Since the canal went in, in 1914, that strategic significance has obviously been diminished to a large degree. However, Valpo, population 280K, is still an important city in Chile, seat of the country’s legislature, and a major naval base for the Armada de Chile.


The main draw to Valpo for us gringos and other travellers is the old city, designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2003. Valpo is also officially recognized as Chile’s cultural capital, and home to the nation’s poets and artist communities. Valpo’s uniqueness is centred around the 42 hills, or cerros, that the old parts of the city are built on. Each cerro has a name and forms a distinct neighbourhood complete with a labyrinth of twisted streets and cobbled back alleys. A highlight of the maze is a series of turn-of-the-century funiculars (cable car/train that runs up and down cliff areas), known locally as ascensores, combined with strategically placed stairways (escaleras) that provide access to the cerros.


The result of all of this is a historic and gritty port city with an artistic bohemian flare to it. The standard traveller mission is therefore to simply walk around and navigate the spaghetti-like myriad of streets, stopping once in a while to admire the views and take in the vibe.


Gritty, edgy...among other descriptors. Part seedy port, part cool seaside town, part artist colony, Valpo is an interesting place. The first thing you notice is the graffiti art. It’s everywhere. Some of it is just tagging bordering on vandalism, while other stuff is amazing and simply brilliant. For those of you familiar with the Rick Mercer Report, walking around Valpo is like a day of Rick’s Rants. Then there’s the “St. John’s look-alike” city. Turning corners here and seeing the stacked rows of multi-coloured houses, ocean in the distance, makes us shake our heads and wonder if we’re back in Newfoundland. Amy’s line for Valpo is that it’s a gritty St. John’s. Pretty close.


Speaking of gritty, it’s definitely that. We are actually quite shocked at how gritty, and downright dirty, things are. As our first taste of Chile, and coming from Mendoza, we were expecting something a little more refined. Ah well, it is a port city after all. But one thing, speaking of rants: what is with all the freakin’ DOGS?!! To cite a good Newfoundlander saying, the place is maggoty with ‘em. I believe the correct term is “street dogs”. They’re everywhere. Sleeping, lying around, and, obviously, sh---ing wherever and whenever they get the urge, creating a mine-field sidewalk situation. It’s a bizarre spectacle unlike anything we have seen...and we’ve been through the rest of South America which surely has the largest stray dog population on the planet. The craziest thing though, is that upon study, one notices that unlike the scraggy flea-bitten varmits elsewhere, the street dogs here are large, healthy, well-maintained, and affectionate. They look and act like pets. Then, upon further study, one notices the piles of dog food – yep, dog food – scattered around here and there. They’re being fed! Then we notice the lady in front of us in the grocery store buying the 8 bags of dog food, and the guy beside us complaining that people should be buying food for poor people, not dogs. Ahhhhh, it all makes sense now...yet very very bizarre and disgusting since the poop-and-scoop rule has yet to come to South America. I don’t think they want to hear what my solution would be J


So anywhoo, our week in Valpo and transition into Chile is almost over. Our accom, basically a 2-bedroom apartment that we have had mostly to ourselves, has been fantastico. Tomorrow we pack up and head south through wine country and along the coast. The wine, while a tad more expensive than Argentina, is obviously quite amazing. The whites, especially, appear to be fantastic. We haven’t really gotten into it yet though, and are looking forward to some more wine country, Chilean style. You really can’t get enough can you? As always, more on that soon. Saludos.





Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Adios Argentina...Hola Chile!

It was cold, windy, exhausting...pretty much perfect! The ride over the hump from Mendoza was everything you would expect from a ride up and over the Andes – nothing short of spectacular. The 430-km mission took us from Mendoza, Argentina at 750 m elevation, up to the Cristo Redentor (“christ the redeemer”)Pass, and the Argentina-Chile border at 3200 m (a 4-km long tunnel actually), and then back down to sea level and the city of Valpariso, Chile.


Spread over 5 days and a fairly gradual ascent, the route itself isn’t that demanding. At this point, we are so used to going up that big climbs aren’t a huge deal. The biggest issue by far is weather, and specifically WIND! The first two days were blissfully non-windy, and in fact, included tail winds (for the first time since we can remember). Lulled into a premature sense of ease, we were thinking it was going to be a cake walk. But no, the headwinds of Argentina were not done with us yet. On day three, followed by day four and our final ascent to the pass, we were blasted by stinging-cold gail-force head winds. Come on, it just couldn’t be that easy! The good news is that our patience in waiting for good weather back in Mendoza paid off and we had blue-sky days with unlimited visibility. In spite of the winds, the scenery surrounding us was everything you would expect from the world’s second-highest mountain range and made for an incredible journey.


Once at the top, then through the border – a bit of a gong show, but within an hour we had all our stamps and were on our way again – it’s down down down right to sea level. Our target destination was Valpariso, a quintessentially Chilean port city – and yet another UNESCO world heritage site – along Chile’s ridiculously long Pacific coastline. The down was one of those “start with a down jacket, end with a tank-top” affairs. It was a fun roll down. The best part was immediately on the Chilean side where a series of about 30 huge switchbacks winds down the road (or up..depending on your direction obviously) about 1000 m vertical in 10 or so kms. It was like being on a ride at the carnival. Just hold on and roll! Amy looked like a little orange bullet.


Although it was 90% down, the final days were still long and exhausting. Yesterday, rolling into town and getting our first glimpse of the Pacific, we realized a few things. It’s the first time we have seen the ocean since leaving northern Peru back in early November. And, astonishing once realized, we had just crossed the entire width of Chile on bikes in a day and a half. We also broke our record for the most kms in a day and clocked in at 146 km for yesterday’s ride (previous record of 144 km set in Cuba). All in all, an incredible and memorable experience.


So adios Argentina. It was a good shift. Just a few days shy of 3 months, it was definitely feeling like home. Amy was still saying “I could live here!” right to the last minute. Indeed, the land of steak and malbec will go down as one of our favourite places on the planet. This, despite the worst summer of rain in a generation. How does that song go?...”don’t cry for me Argentina...”




Argentina trip stats:

kms on bikes: 1606 km
Number of riding days: 21
Avg. kms per day: 76
Number of flats: 4
Number of tire replacements: 1
Number of days cycling into insane headwinds: 21 +/-
Cheapest accom: $0 (wild camping)
Most expensive accom: $40
Avg. cost per night accom: $22 (cheapest so far)
Highlights: steak and 2 bottles of red wine daily
Highlights: Cordon del Plata mountains
Highlights: cheap everything
Highlights...it’s a long list...


Amy’s top pros/cons on Argentina:

         +                                                                  —
food and drink                                                inconvenient siesta
QT with parents in Mendoza/Potrerillos           headwinds
friendly Argentines                                         rains of Mendoza


Rob’s top pros/cons on Argentina:

         +                                                   —
steak                               HEADWINDS!
wine                               ridiculous daily schedule (siesta, etc)
bidets                              no street food


OK, onwards, Chile! Not much to report at this point. Just got into town yesterday. One thing has however been confirmed: Chile is WAY more expensive than Argentina! We are actually going to have to look at the price of things before buying them (not the case in Argentina, you just know it’s going to be cheap). Oh, actually, one rather large item. Valpo (as we gringos refer to Valpariso) is burning. Literally. Surrounding brush fires have encroached the city and have burned up about 1000 homes and killed a dozen people. The city has declared a state of emergency and smoke, ash, and sirens are the common theme at the moment. Kind of a surreal feeling for us since we are jubilant and celebrating our successful arrival, but obviously aware of the currently terrible situation the local residents are in. As always, more on that and the sights and sounds of Valpo soon. Chau.




Monday, April 7, 2014

All the leaves are brown

It must be some kind of record. This is supposed to be a desert. Wettest desert we have ever been to. Waking up to rain for the past 3 days, our departure from Mendoza has been on hold. Each night we pack up our stuff in anticipation of an early start, only to awake to the pitter-patter of raindrops. Having learned our lesson from our last mission into the Andes, we want/need a good stretch of weather for the ride over the Andes and into Chile. No doubt the rain here is snow and wind up there. Ah well, the endless coffee here at the Chimbas hostel makes it easier to pass the rainy mornings. And of course, blogging J


So that’s been our life for the past few days. Every walk to our favourite wine store, our favourite downtown cafe, our favourite plaza, is supposed be “the last one”, but then gets repeated the next day. However, it hasn’t been a total loss. The extra time has given us a chance to do a few things. Amy blew her flip flops – a critical piece of travel gear – the other day, and this wait provided her with a chance to shop for some new ones. Having somewhat “particular preferences”, finding just the right pair is no easy task and would likely have been impossible until the next big city.


Another fortunate outcome of our Mendoza holding pattern was an opportunity to see the Argentine health system in action. For the past little while Amy has been dealing with a “personal health issue” that has been more of an irritant than an emergency. But, given the extra time, we decided to try our luck going to a clinica and finding a doctor who could get her the prescription/meds she needed. Fearing a major and/or expensive health-system epic, of the sort we might expect even in Canada, we were shocked to learn of a clinic a 2-minute walk from our hostel, and then further shocked to get through the front counter more or less instantly, then really shocked to have her in the doctor’s office a few minutes later, only to be really really shocked when he hands her the stuff she needed after a quick exam – all for the outrageous cost of 16 bucks. We were in and out in under an hour with meds in hand. Score one for the Argentine health system!


Things definitely have a melancholy feel to them at the moment. While Mendoza and environs has been wonderful to us, it is time to leave. Fall is in the air, and the leaves are turning. How does that song go? “All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey....” Everyone we know and love has left including Amy’s parents, and, as not mentioned previously, our good friends from Nelson, Steve and Amy + kids. They have been travelling South America for the past several months and after a long series of e-mails of the “where are you going to be in a month?” sort, our paths finally crossed on the streets of Mendoza. It was during the parental visit so time was tight and we couldn’t spend as much time together as we would have liked. But the lunch followed by dinner was a great catch-up and reminded us of our lives back home. Drinkie-poos at Jackson’s this Friday! (insider Nelson joke...sorry everyone else).


Hmm, while writing this, the sun has come out!  Forecast says tomorrow is the beginning of a decent stretch of weather. Tomorrow we ride! We actually have to, rain or shine (or snow). With every passing day we are reminded that our 90-day visas for Argentina are coming to an end soon. Has it been 90 days already? Wow. One last wine and cheese...



Friday, April 4, 2014

Wine, cheese, and euchre: a week with Phil and Catherine

Where to begin? Wine, wineries, cabins in the woods, downtown steak dinners, coffees in the plaza, hikes in the mountains, futbol games, Chandon champagne, olive oil tastings...it was an action-packed week. For a guy used to serving wine only at church, Phil, Amy’s dad, a Presbyterian minister from Ontario, it was a tough slog. The chilled rose for lunch, followed by afternoon wine and cheese, only to be capped off by a bottle or two of Argentina’s finest malbec blends for dinner was more wine than he had consumed since his days as a wild and crazy kid at seminary school. Sleeping through the afternoons like a bloated baby full of mother’s milk was his only lifeline. Ah the Argentine life...one really does have to work up to it.


And so it was, a week with Amy’s parents in Mendoza and environs. We really could not have chosen a better spot for a rendezvous with the folks. Mendoza is one of those places where mountains collide with plains providing a wonderful mix of geography, scenery, and activities. And, needless to say at this point, it’s wine country! Can’t go wrong there.


A highlight of the week was our base – a woodsy cabaña in the Andean foothills about 40 minutes outside the city near the village of Potrerillos. A beautiful mixed desert-mountain-cottonwood-creek landscape dotted with funky restaurants and cabins. For those of you from the Koots, it’s their Slocan Valley. And, as luck would have it, the place is owned and run by a gal, Jane, from Toronto, and her husband Oscar, an Argentine. No doubt it’s Jane’s Canadian influence that gives the cabins a real woodsy feel to them complete with a streamside deck with a view of the Andes, fireplace, and duvet-covered beds. Felt like home. All in all, a wonderful place for morning coffee in the sun, and to-the-death afternoon wine-and-cheese Euchre games. Also a great spot for Phil to collapse into his afternoon naps J


The cabaña of course is equipped with the obligatory asado. No Argentine would be caught dead without one. In a “when in Rome” moment, we decided to pretend we’re Argentines and bought some asado cuts (ribs are big here for asados). Phil and I manned the fire. Asados are a back-to-basics deal. No charcoal and lighter fluid, and definitely, absolutely definitely no propane. This is a cook-over-the-coals of a wood fire situation. We thought we were doing a pretty good job, and the beers and the grill-side father-in-law bonding were great, but alas, the burnt offerings delivered at mealtime were lacking. Not our best meal. I guess there’s more to it than our “I am Canadian” propane barbecues had prepared us for. The ladies were sure the 1-hr cooking time wasn’t long enough...Argentines are known for slow and sure asados. Ah well, next time!


Having been in the area for about a month now, we could be charging for our guiding services these days. Based on our previously acquired intel, we took Phil and Catherine to places we knew and loved. One such place we had scoped out on our bikes – Clos de Chacras – a beautiful winery near Lujan de Cuyo, became the sight of Amy’s celebratory birthday lunch. The tasting menu – 6 wines paired with gourmet dishes – was the perfect way to bring in Amy’s 37th year (OK, stop doing the math on how much older I am than her). It was the fourth course, a malbec-cabernet-merlot blend, that has now become the best bottle of wine we have had in Argentina, which pretty much places it in the top-ten anywhere for us. At 8-bucks a bottle, it’s also the most expensive bottle we have had here...but still a joke at that price. It will be impossible for us to buy wine in Canada now. Do we have to leave?


Back in our Mendoza base we got back just in time to make our way to a soccer game, or shall we say: futbol. Soccer is to Argentina what hockey is to Canada. They are futbol crazy here. The local Mendoza team, Godoy Cruz, is in Argentina's Primera Division – Argentina’s top league. Given that Argentina has won the World Cup several times and is currently ranked 3rd in the world, this is high-calibre futbol. A dark side of Argentina futbol, however, is hooliganism – a very bizarre, but very real aspect of futbol here and elsewhere. For some insane reason, futbol hooliganism is a “thing” (google it) and it makes attending soccer matches here dangerous. We were warned by everyone we encountered to be very careful, and definitely do not sit in the popular section of the stadium, which are the cheap seats behind the goal posts. That’s where all the hooligans go. So we opted for the platea, which are the more expensive front-and-centre seats – also the most heavily guarded. Heavily armed riot police were everywhere. It was quite the party in the popular though, complete with a full Samba band, streamers, flags, and screaming fans. Never a quiet moment the entire game. Amy wanted to be with the hooligans and said we were “missing the party” by being in the safe seats. But I think Phil and Catherine were just fine with our seats J No one got hurt and we survived our first ever South American futbol game. Oh, and we won 1-0 on an exciting penalty kick!


All good things must come to an end...unfortunately. The parents fly out tomorrow. That’s our queue to load up the horses and head west over the hump (Los Andes) towards Chile and say good-bye to Argentina. After almost 3 months of near-continuous wine and cheese, we’re actually both looking forward to getting back on the bikes. Time to get the blood out of our livers and back into our legs. While the 3000-m climb to the border is daunting, it’s the weather that is putting the fear of god into us. Winter is coming to this part of the world, and quickly. No doubt it’s going to be chilly at 3000 or 4000 m, and might just be winter up there. Yikes! Ah well, that’s what buses are for...we’ll see how it goes. Alrighty then, as always, more on that mission soon.