Wednesday, October 11, 2006

How To Open A Guinnes Keg

things come ... Small


A little later: Ovalle-La Serena-Vicuña and Santiago-Mendoza-Argentina-Cordoba-Villa Giardino.

finish so the march to the Pacific, the appointment was deferred. I go to Argentina in a few days after a detour to the Elqui Valley, which, according to many opinion is really worth seeing. In addition, at the bottom of the valley, my map shows a hill from where I could reach Argentina. A sudden stop and I go back to Vicuña. The car goes through La Serena, and after four days of intense work to reach peaceful without success, I see three rays of the sun plunge into the ocean from the back seat of the car. Three red and burning rays, intense and beautiful ... A wink of adventure! Thanks to stop, my first evening in the valley happens in a very warm house, clinging to the hill Mamalluca. It celebrates here birthday, 50 years a Belgian, arrived here after a lifetime of travel ...
Leaving home later that night, I feel like being in a dream! Thousands of twinkling stars, illuminating the sky or a half moon scorches before being bitten by an invisible cloud. In the valley, the air is humid and the village glows like the embers of a fire that would slowly let out. The air is sweet and in the darkness take shape in the hills which enclose the valley. Flowing in my ears a strange silence ...

The valley is pretty, but it is ultimately aligned huge explotation VIGNICOLE surrounded by steep mountains and arid. The sky at night is beautiful here, but it is sorely lacking in greenery. Apart from the bottom of the valley and its cultures, everything is really dry here.

inquiry, the Agua Negra Pass on which I intended to return to Argentina is closed. From its 4800 meters, Col taunting me when I watch it. The hook by Santiago will be long but who cares, I have this luxury of time!
Back La Serena or, as I imagined, the waterfront is ugly and Santiago, where the bus to Mendoza on the other side of the Andes. Long Ascension on the potholed roads by freezing and thawing, the wait at the border in a long line of trucks. Finally, the road back down to Argentina, we leave the mountains to the plains.
Mendoza is a very pretty city that has the air of Paris during the 60/70 (which I knew well as you know) probably due to the presence of watches Renault 12, Peugeot 504 was smoldering desire. Plaza de Arma breathe the sweetness of life among its trees and fountains. But there are those lovely places, cafes boisserie plentiful, waiters dressed in ancient pedestrian streets ... how to say ... something in the air I can not tell you describe.
Two bus trips later, here I am at Villa Giardino-rated Cordoba where I found Amelia, a friend I had left some years ago and I found here, the mother of a little blond boy all that is easily identified in the court of the creche.
So where I am at the end of my first month of travel before leaving tomorrow for the north of Argentina.

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