I am back in Chile. After a gruesome 12 hour bus from El Chaltén to Los Antiguos (gruesome with the exception of a spectacularly colorful sunset) and a border crossing, I am once again in Chile. Last night I camped in Chile Chico, which was actually pretty nice. It is a sleeping little pueblo on the shores of a gorgeous lake, it has a nice park where I hung my hammock and took a siesta, and made some new friends last night (one dude from Montana, two girls from Israel, and a whole crew of very nice Chilean students). However, today I move on. I am going to take the road down the south edge of the lake (Lago Buenos Aires) to a small town on the Carraterra Austral (the main highway). There is supposedly some very nice kayaking along some marble caves on the lake. I´m looking into it.
And, with regards to the volcano in Chaiten that you may or may not have heard errupted this last week, I am not really directly affected by it. It is pretty far north. But, it has shut down the highway, so now I will either have to go back into Argentina or take a ferry around to Puerto Montt in order to get up to the Lakes District. We´ll see, but it shouldn´t be a big deal (?).
Also I would like to provide a quick response to Julio Cortázar´s ¨Hopscotch¨, which I just finished: 550 pages of tedious, 50´s-French-existentialist-wannabe, insubstantial, fart-in-the-wind, pompous nonsense. Absolutely hated it. I would have rather just taken a swift kick in the ass and saved the time. I imagine Cortázar lazily smoking cigarettes atop his ivory tower, periodically tossing the hungry masses bits of moldy bread. I could go on, bit we are both busy people, right?
And lastly, last night I was told that my Spanish was very good by two different Chileans. They are so nice to lie to me. Ha! Hasta luego, chicos!
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