There are only eight kilometres between Valparaíso and Viña del Mar, seven metro stations from Puerto to Miramar, but the two cities are a world apart.
Despite the apparent lack of human logic behind city planning, life uphill is actually pretty normal. Around El Plan, the coastal strip … well, it’s another story.
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Valparaíso is that place where you do exactly what you shouldn’t be doing in Brazil—getting lost in a maze of empty alleys and wandering aimlessly in colourful neighbourhoods built on impossibly steep hills.
From stray dogs to gated stairways, from bad restaurants to the logistics of staying uphill.
First Night in Valparaíso – Lost Stairways, Gustavo’s Phone, Alejandro’s Car and a Crazy Football Game
At first, everyone went according to plan. And then… well, not so much.
Valparaíso is backpacker central. Chile’s most colourful city is also a magnet for rich tourists, artists and pretty much anyone who lands in Santiago—it’s next door to the capital, only two hours by bus.
It took me a couple of days to realize that “my” neighbourhood, around Universidad de Chile, is basically Little Caracas. If the food isn’t from Venezuela, the vendors are.
Santiago packed most of the pubs and nightclubs in one neighbourhood, Barrio Bellavista.
“Let’s see… how much money do I need today?”I laughed at my own question. Considering the plans for the afternoon, whatever I have in my wallet never be enough.
“Tengo sed,” it said on the Cross.“I’m thirsty too, Jesus. I’ve just hiked to the top of Cerro San Cristóbal—and by the way, I have no idea how to go down. What’s your story, already?”
Concepción is worth a stop but you probably can’t appreciate it until you truly immerse yourself in campus life or academia.
“Did you have a good day?”“Well… No.”I can be bluntly honest with Feng, who knows exactly how fast travelling can go from “awesome” to “let’s get the hell out of here.”
In New York, you may have the pleasant surprise to discover that most of the…
The first thing I did in Concepción was to leave Concepción.
Initially, it was accidental.
I had a coffee, inexplicably served with a fork. Then I had another coffee, which also came with a fork—either it’s a Terminal Sur tradition, either the kiosco employees had worked the night shift and were as sleepy as I was.
“You’re such a good husband, always volunteering to pick up my prescriptions at the pharmacy!” a few Chilean women must have said.
I think I found out why.
Art nouveau, neo-Gothic, Haussman and neoclassical-Spanish buildings are falling apart, but they do it with style and the result is a fascinating barrio full of colours, churches, plazas and stunning murals.
If you like cats, giant fruits and veggies and chatting with locals, spend some time in La Vega Central.
Santiago’s creepiest house is a mansion located in an otherwise tiny, lovely neighbourhood, barrio París-Londres.
The Coup, The Struggle for Democracy and a New Beginning – Santiago’s Museo De La Memoria Y Los Derechos Humanos
Forty-five years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to roam around freely in Latin America—unless the other me had had a taste for military dictatorship tourism, and I don’t think she would have.
The fleeting thought bugged me for a few seconds, then the light turned green and I crossed La Alameda. Wait. Could there be… another way to cross the avenue?
Don’t tell me about the winter storm that swept across America and Canada. Trust me, I know.
“It’s easy, really. Climb the hill with cactus all the way to the top. Then you’ll reach the Panamericana.”