Chile I
Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:41 amhere I am, hailing from Chile, the land of Copper and red wine. Interestingly, in a land of so many grapes, there's nothing made of grapes. I suppose it's all reserved for wine. Which is handy, since Chileans do enjoy their wine. 
But for abstinents like me, it means diddly. 
The obligatory aircraft picture. It's hard to appreciate the amount of glass used in this airport. Guard rails, walls, everything's glass. Not the place for the fat lady to sing. Super modern.
After moseying around Santiago with family for awhile, me and my moms went to El Tabo, and I indeed partook in my ritual of sitting on the rocks by the ocean and doing lots of nothing. Nothing special here, but I've always loved how the suns shines of the ocean.
I felt rather stupid though. All I could think was, "Wow, pretty birdies!" My vocabulary all but dissapeared. It was quite amazing, however, how a flock of birds can shimmer like a piece of sheet metal in the sun. Lucky photos, but I like them nonetheless.
Perhaps the luckiest shot of all. A bird couple.
Amongst all these birds, no instances of target practice were recorded, yet much evidence of such was prevalent.
Then, just as my battery died, the sun began to set, the birds all took predictable, majestic courses, the sky turned a brilliant hue and the ocean grew restless. After darkness took over, I called it a day and returned to the cabin/beach house. Now I'll be the first to admit I'm not the bravest guy around, but I'm not sure how anyone could keep their wits in the forest. I'll stay snuggled up with my bright, music-making laptop, thank you!
The next day I took on Cordoba's Fault. I went with my family once, but I had a tendency to outpace them, though I don't claim to be an Olypian by any means! I took the quick, predictable route. Amongst the best things in life, human built infrastructure devoid of people. I love it!
But for abstinents like me, it means diddly. The obligatory aircraft picture. It's hard to appreciate the amount of glass used in this airport. Guard rails, walls, everything's glass. Not the place for the fat lady to sing. Super modern.
After moseying around Santiago with family for awhile, me and my moms went to El Tabo, and I indeed partook in my ritual of sitting on the rocks by the ocean and doing lots of nothing. Nothing special here, but I've always loved how the suns shines of the ocean.
I felt rather stupid though. All I could think was, "Wow, pretty birdies!" My vocabulary all but dissapeared. It was quite amazing, however, how a flock of birds can shimmer like a piece of sheet metal in the sun. Lucky photos, but I like them nonetheless.
Perhaps the luckiest shot of all. A bird couple.
Amongst all these birds, no instances of target practice were recorded, yet much evidence of such was prevalent.Then, just as my battery died, the sun began to set, the birds all took predictable, majestic courses, the sky turned a brilliant hue and the ocean grew restless. After darkness took over, I called it a day and returned to the cabin/beach house. Now I'll be the first to admit I'm not the bravest guy around, but I'm not sure how anyone could keep their wits in the forest. I'll stay snuggled up with my bright, music-making laptop, thank you!
The next day I took on Cordoba's Fault. I went with my family once, but I had a tendency to outpace them, though I don't claim to be an Olypian by any means! I took the quick, predictable route. Amongst the best things in life, human built infrastructure devoid of people. I love it!
