San­ti­ago From The Hill

I loved San­ti­ago, the cap­i­tal of Chile.

We flew there from Arica, escap­ing the 32 hours bus ride through the desert. God bless dis­count airlines…

We took the bus from the air­port, still half sleepy. I felt like I was in Europe: cob­ble­stone alleys, streets names like “Paris” and “Lon­don”, news­pa­pers and cig­a­rettes kiosks, parks, foun­tains, kids play­ing around… An over­all relaxed atmos­phere, which made the city very welcoming.

We check­ing in an hos­tel (at the cor­ner of “Paris” and “Lon­don” streets!) and went for a walk, look­ing for food. We ended up at the mer­cado cen­tral, a nice fish mar­ket where you can have a cheap lunch: fish soup and grilled fish with mashed pota­toes, nice and fresh.

We walked around, caught an Amer­i­can movie, eat some more snacks from the panadería and slept for hours. It felt good.

We spent the sec­ond day vis­it­ing the Par­que Met­ro­pol­i­tano, a huge park nearby a bohemian dis­trict. We climbed on top of the hill to enjoy a full view of the city. We relaxed, brac­ing our­selves for the next stop…

… the end of the world. Patag­o­nia, Ter­ria Del Fuego, here we come!

Reflec­tions…

Plaza Las Armas

Mer­cado Central

Lots Of Fresh Fish…

The Vir­gin On Top Of The Hill

Prayers And Candles

Cable Car To The Hill

Palm Trees Make Me Look Small!

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