How is that for ironic: all the way I have gone for cheap buses traveling over night until now when I took the luxury class. The difference, besides the food served, is that the seats in the normal class only recline so much that you basically sleep almost sitting- if you sleep at all that is. In luxury class the seats go all the way back and a butler gives you an extra mattress, blanket and pillow so you basically have the luxury of a bed.
I got tiered not getting a good night sleep (naturally you get tiered from not sleeping) on the Argentinian buses. However, one day before my luxury experience I catch a stupid cold and end up awake all night yesterday until I realized (at 8 in the morning) that the only way I could at least grab two hours of sleep was sitting almost upright, since that unclogged my nose.
That is what I call ironic! I guess I am just not meant to sleep on buses.
Talking of being ill, that is a reoccurring issue and I wonder what it might have to do with. Constant changes in foods, irregular sleep, changing weather and climate in different regions I visit or just a depressed immune system due to the psychological demands of traveling alone and lonesome in the vastness of the planet we call earth. Dunno, I do know however that my usual maladies (to do with my digestion- I spare you details) has not been a trouble for almost the entire time. Except from India where I acted as a stomach-bug-trap. Hmmm, if my immune system is suppressed than for the better concerning my stomach? Something hard to stomach, I got to digest this fact. (God I am funny
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Anywho, I have arrived at the Atacama dessert, well over 2500 meters above sea level and reside at San Pedro right now. Some of the “hills” in the background are in fact 6000 meters or more high and I guess just seem tiny due to the vastness of the desolate plains before them. Man, this really is desert here, but busy nonetheless since it seems to have loads to offer. Hence I was told that it is hard to impossible to find a room spontaneously and of course I had not booked anything in advance. When I arrive I was greeted by a lady with my surname “Kramer” and tagged along. I was wondering all along how she knew my name but my Spanish was not all that sufficient to figure that out. Just now a guy from Germany arrived by the same surname. Riddle solved and my room-problem too.
Some coincidences are too ironic…
No matter though what you think of the cuisine here, the amount of freshly available seafood is lovely, and a wonderful wine to guzzle any food down with is never far away. There are so many great wines here for cheap, it gives you a bad concience to order a beer (which then of course has a German name and is made by “Germans”).
While not catching some fish I had caught some virus instread, which gave me some bugging throat pain. I went to the hospital today where there was not just one but two German speaking doctors taking care of my virus. In a way I bizarrely enjoy going to foreign hospitals, it give an insight into how good we have it in Europe. While in the USA medical service is just outrageously expensive and the size of your wallet dictates the quality of the service you get, in many “second and third world” countries health care is widely available but surely not top notch when it comes to quality. In Europe we do have- despite the widespread complaining- still the worlds best health care systems in my experience! Everybody has access to high standard health care without having to take much care of insurances and the like…
My Pan-Americana trip came to an end now, and I am back in Santiago. I decided against a continuation into the far south. For time and money reasons, and also because of the weather. I am keen on getting into the tropics now and explore less nature but more archaeological wonders. However, before that, and as soon as my new credit card has arrived (I lost one), the next stop is going to be one of the driest places on earths, I can’t wait to see them.
Finally we headed off with a four-wheel-drive in order to investigate the south of Chile. We were on a (thanks to Gerardo and Paula) well organized and equipped camping trip. Our aim was to explore the region of the rivers and lakes- hence called lake and the river district.
Much there reminds of Germany and Switzerland at times. In fact you could think you were transported to Switzerland in some towns, thanks to the architecture which has been influenced mostly by German, Swiss and Austrian immigrants. But that is of course only how it is in the major villages down here, which also have been prepared for the streams of foreign tourists. With a car you can nicely get away from the crowds of “mainstream” tourism and smell some real southern Chilean atmosphere. Which smells good…
After spending the New Years Eve festivities in Santiago with friends I have been taking some time off of traveling. The sheer amount of things and events that hit me the last couple of months deserves some digesting. However, the momentary slow down leaves me with a funny feeling of almost being nervously restless. 