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Tag Archives: Chile
The Saltpeter Mines of Northern Atacama, Chile
Saltpeter, or nitrate, was a major export of Chile until artificial production began in Germany in the thirties. Then, like much of the world staggering as a result of the global depression, Chile suffered from the loss of nearly fifty … Continue reading
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Tagged American Foreign Policy, atacama, Chacabuco, Chile, nitrate, Pinochet, salitreras, Saltpeter, Salvador Allende
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Hacking the Chilean and Peruvian Border
I have slowly learned that Silvio doesn’t eat breakfast most of the time. Since he doesn’t, he wants to leave immediately upon waking. This morning we followed that urgency and drove to the border nearly as soon as we were … Continue reading
Corpse Carrying Dog
We were asleep early enough, and up by eight-thirty. Supposedly Walter gets up at five, but he was sleepy looking when we finally stirred out of the truck. Silvio had a coffee with Walter, but I was more interested in … Continue reading
Ghost Town of the Altacama
We went to sleep fairly early, despite Silvio’s longstanding habit of watching television until he goes to sleep. We woke around nine, and were on the road shortly after washing up, Silvio driving until we pulled over for him to … Continue reading
Maria Fernanda
This morning I woke to a dream that upon rising I soon forgot. It involved a number of other people but I’m not sure if they were people I met traveling or strangers from Winnipeg. The dream faded as we … Continue reading
Lunch with some Chileans
Although we were both tired this morning, we roused ourselves, looking forward to meeting with the Chileans Silvio had befriended from the tourist rest area. We drove north wondering where their town was, and although we were aiming for Caldera, … Continue reading
The Guard Dog
This morning we woke around nine and then had a leisurely breakfast while trucks rolled by and windmills turned lazily in the distance. By the time we were nearly ready to go, Silvio was outside chatting with an older couple … Continue reading
Lunch in La Serena with Argentines
This morning I woke early, and soon Silvio was telling me he was waiting until I was awake. I wanted to put up a blog post so that people would know that I had come back to the land of … Continue reading
Driving North to Socos
I slept like the dead last night, although Silvio shifted around in the night. There was the noise from trucks and the gas station, but after we’d eaten I was so fried that I persevered. This morning we woke late, … Continue reading
The Arrival
The flights felt much longer than they did years ago. I was in the Mexico City airport for seven hours, and I was tired already by that point. I persevered, however, and finally managed, by using each device I brought, … Continue reading