April 3 Day 47
We had a slow morning doing laundry, booking flights and hotels etc. We headed out around lunch time. We got stuff from a pharmacy (no prescription necessary!) and mailed things at the post office before seeking lunch.
Lunch was at Palacio Del Vino, which had excellent food in an historic old building that felt like you walked back into the 1920s. We then walked to the Museum in Memory of Salvador Allende, which was a collection started during his time, curated overseas during the Pinochet years and brought back once democracy was restored. The first floor was activist art and some medals and artifacts of Allende's. The second floor was an interesting mix of Chilean artist working in sketching, collage, geometric figures and painting, all of which he was pretty good at. The whole collection took less than an hour to view. We were then invited down to the basement where the museum library was. They had some documents in glass cases but also had a room left with listening areas and bundles of wires from when the building was used as an eavesdropping centre during Pinochet's time.
We walked back to our place through a nice park and had a bit of rest. Meg went out shopping while i relaxed some more and then we went to a local place famous for the earthquake. This is a drink made of cheap wine, pineapple ice cream, grenadine and some weird spirit. The place was recommended by our city guide but it didn't look like much. Since we ordered drinks without food, we were ushered into the back of the place, which was a completely different situation. This was a large hall with a stage and walls lined with peeling murals and if you looked back form the stage you saw a banner that said this place was the palace of hurricanes.
We were the only ones drinking them, all the other tables were sharing large bottles of Stella Artois. Our drinks were sickly sweet and the ice cream was weird, almost half whipped cream. felt it was the sort of drink I might throw up soon after finishing and went about sipping mine. Meg finished hers and had a fair bit of mine before we called it quits. We were told that if you survived the earthquake you should ask for an aftershock, which would be a second one, which would then leave you on the ground, shaking. Pretty accurate, these things packed a sickly wallop.
Meg was too the point where she had to ask if she was acting so drunk that anyone could notice and then denying the fact. This made our shopping entertaining, as the bakery we were buying dinner at had a complicated system of taking food, paying at another desk and then picking it up which was not explained anywhere and you just had to hope you joined the right line After picking up some pairs in the local supermarket (Easter Island was known to have ridiculous prices for fresh produce) we headed back to our apartment.
We ate and sobered up a bit over tonight's terrible movie, which was the awful Jurrasic World sequel. We managed to get packed before our early wake up and went to bed tired and still under the effects of the earthquakes.
We had a slow morning doing laundry, booking flights and hotels etc. We headed out around lunch time. We got stuff from a pharmacy (no prescription necessary!) and mailed things at the post office before seeking lunch.
Lunch was at Palacio Del Vino, which had excellent food in an historic old building that felt like you walked back into the 1920s. We then walked to the Museum in Memory of Salvador Allende, which was a collection started during his time, curated overseas during the Pinochet years and brought back once democracy was restored. The first floor was activist art and some medals and artifacts of Allende's. The second floor was an interesting mix of Chilean artist working in sketching, collage, geometric figures and painting, all of which he was pretty good at. The whole collection took less than an hour to view. We were then invited down to the basement where the museum library was. They had some documents in glass cases but also had a room left with listening areas and bundles of wires from when the building was used as an eavesdropping centre during Pinochet's time.
We walked back to our place through a nice park and had a bit of rest. Meg went out shopping while i relaxed some more and then we went to a local place famous for the earthquake. This is a drink made of cheap wine, pineapple ice cream, grenadine and some weird spirit. The place was recommended by our city guide but it didn't look like much. Since we ordered drinks without food, we were ushered into the back of the place, which was a completely different situation. This was a large hall with a stage and walls lined with peeling murals and if you looked back form the stage you saw a banner that said this place was the palace of hurricanes.
We were the only ones drinking them, all the other tables were sharing large bottles of Stella Artois. Our drinks were sickly sweet and the ice cream was weird, almost half whipped cream. felt it was the sort of drink I might throw up soon after finishing and went about sipping mine. Meg finished hers and had a fair bit of mine before we called it quits. We were told that if you survived the earthquake you should ask for an aftershock, which would be a second one, which would then leave you on the ground, shaking. Pretty accurate, these things packed a sickly wallop.
Meg was too the point where she had to ask if she was acting so drunk that anyone could notice and then denying the fact. This made our shopping entertaining, as the bakery we were buying dinner at had a complicated system of taking food, paying at another desk and then picking it up which was not explained anywhere and you just had to hope you joined the right line After picking up some pairs in the local supermarket (Easter Island was known to have ridiculous prices for fresh produce) we headed back to our apartment.
We ate and sobered up a bit over tonight's terrible movie, which was the awful Jurrasic World sequel. We managed to get packed before our early wake up and went to bed tired and still under the effects of the earthquakes.
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| The Palacio Del Vino |
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| One of Pinochet's old listening posts. |
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| With our earthquakes, no one ordered an aftershock (round two). |
Oh, man, those drinks sound terrible...
ReplyDeleteThey were to me, but Meg gulped them down.
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