June 2010

Tambien está en el Chile possible?

Saβ the nostalgia of last summer, generally corresponding to low, when, after the vanquished school diploma a world traveler after another in different directions oriented - to Israel, Berlin, Northern Ireland, Cologne, Nepal, Uganda, South Africa, Colorado, Argentina and Hohenheim Stuttgart circle - then back but stayed three brave settlers of this community, forged in a rainy and stormy night in the darkest corner of the rear of pub in town on a pact of bliss.

During a dull, gray cigarette smoke haze, the misty outlines of the old Spielunke, most of the individual, older people attending their biergestillten Throats a midnight break procured and had established their heads snoring on the worn wooden counter, and the aging, creaking sound system with worst country hits provided the late fifties that the tired host should also bloβ no new customers more come into the house, was debated in the dark corner heiβ said. Each of the three held a small card in his hand. Now, these were placed on the table and revealed.

"Bolivia, village project in the Andes," said Julian, "Brazil, school and civic project in the rainforest" Max and Jonathan opened "Ecuador, fair trade, trade in the Sierra." Serious attention was entrepreneurial-cool each other exchanged, just think about an Agent Smith from "The Matrix" before the three looked down on in front of them South America, which threatened to completely soften the edges already in the wet beer soup of the wooden table.

As if from nowhere, pulled out a Reiβzwecke any Synkron and struck it with a loud impact on the map, so drunk that the acting of wrinkles, hair and beard on her wizard Gandalf reminds counter snore at least briefly been sluggish. The map now showed the locations from where apparently boarded at any of the three South American thought. Thousands of kilometers of mountains separated, Big Rivers, scrub jungle, cattle and Kokafarmen the positions of each other.

"Where, how, when?" sounded on the Smith-chord. There have been various proposals thrown by anyone in the round. "In Cuba, rent a Trabant dancing, salsa, cigars and rum" ("No, three of the four things harmful to the physical well-being"), "Maccu Picchu and Cuzco climbing, search and find the hidden Inca treasure chamber! Anschlieβend a 6000 at a time behind us" ("Your mother, but not with me . '),' Guys, just beach and waves? " ("Is in Schland."), "On the Floβ to Easter Island.".

It should almost be no end of creative ideas and rhetorical counter-moves, and after a short schlieβlich Break in which all three simultaneously took a sip of her liberating 0.5-liter Oettinger export wheat, a flash of inspiration by the strained faces of the three intrepid adventurers shrugged:

"CHILE April 10!!! "

broke the pressure wave of the cry, the West Virginia-tooting the pub and repressed even the loud sound of rain pattering on the street.

of a sudden, all eyes were still closed before and scruffy on the counter, disbelief directed at the three beatniks and even the jaw-open to men at other tables in the room had no other choice. The gray clouds seemed vanished like mist. The old man with the white ones wizard beard now rose from his seat as the last and slowly, very slowly, drawing a grin from his lips while he was puzzled-looking to the crowd turned. Now he swung his beer mug energetic, so, just to youthful vigor into the air and shouted loud and high "on Chile, on life, Carpe Noctem, Yeehaa". "Yeeeehaaaa!" replied the complete Kneipenmob and there was a celebration into the early morning hours, the world had yet seen.

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scene change. Santiago de Chile, 11 April, 5 clock in the morning.

out of the blue, I was torn out loud to sleep. Any mobile phone ringing, knocks at the door there. In my head knocked really something, or hammering enormous. What had happened? Let us briefly held.

On the eve I arrived successfully in Chile. The anticipation that I had entertained the whole time in Brazil, these two weeks, had been huge. If I'm not going so well on it was, I could confidently 10th at the future this April look - a quasi-visionary präaktional therapy. And just as there were always moments, such as the Carnival or my very lonely VfB Champions League nights when I thought, "What would I now give to the two to be here and the common to look at!" And

I was there. After a busy day of flying, boredom, and I ended up sleeping schlieβlich night in Santiago. By taxi I drove directly to the WG of some of my other volunteer sending organization Amntena carrying out their project work in various facilities in Santiago. Somehow, one could at first glance, though it was already dark when I touchdown on Chilean soil, seeing that many things should be different here than in Brazil. The roads are well developed, despite the clear damage to some bridges because of the earthquake in Santiago's city center you can see immediately ordered many interesting buildings and parks, the traffic is going well, largely with newer cars that safe in Salvador and the surrounding area has to upper-class should be counted.

course is also the language of another - because of the 1492 Treaty of Tordesillas closed (the Gino's-ass bridge) between the English and Portuguese colonial murderers.
The (Chilean) English sounded like me at first. Since I have never do something with languages other than English at school wanted - French's fault! - I had until this year, not sheared around the English. Good, because once the mall holiday was a few years with my father, but as far as I can remember saying, where all German. All the more gratifying

was my first English conversation with my taxi driver, who dedicated himself to the radio at once profound interpretation of the current violin André Rieu. How wonderful! A language that has been heard and yet never really understood that because the "sister language" proficient. A nice feeling.

also because the man with the Fable of my most classic Brazilian responses as well understood. These kinds of meetings should help me more often in the next few days and now the communication is established with restrictions: language I did not just Brazil, but all of South America developed. That's what I had in the first three months of my not even stay in the Dreamed! The fact not exactly diminish the chances of this breathtaking continent to visit more often - even beyond the borders of the new "second" home country.

The rest of the evening was very amusing way - through the sleepy days I had, so to speak, an anti-jet lag, which had to be unloaded in total spending night in the trendy neighborhood of Santiago. Once again I see the joy Amntena other volunteers could share and there were many experiences that we lieβen we do not take to celebrate this happy meeting due.

late at night to 4 clock we arrived back in the flat and now closes the circle.

A single Hour of sleep and you tore me banging on the window of my not even really begun dreaming. A blond, handsome, charming, grinning, well-fed, leather jacket wearing, nice man I faced - Joshi, as he lives and breathes!

jubilation was inconsolable the tiredness vanished as a stroke. As long as we had not seen so many things there were to tell, to forge so many plans. As long as we were sitting now happy mind and the life of thankful in the backyard, all food and beverage residue of the previous day destroyed, while the morning sun slowly rose above the Smogglocke Santiago, I'm not white. This meeting
reunification had somehow something surreal in itself. There sits a sudden your years of companion in front of you as if you are only adopted yesterday. And while one white marks, of course, that is absolutely not the case - in addition also thousands of miles away from all our two well-known shores of the world.

But how fortunate we now hold was once so we had to force it to yet another merger. The third in the league, Schulz was waiting, already within 1,500 km north of San Pedro in the Atacama desert. Since the next VIP coach should start the first night, we made a regular, much needed nap in the WG, but not before the vanilla oat cereal for breakfast and grapes (many, many thanks to Jonas and Co. for this convenience).

And then the bus ride. 24 hours. They went by pretty fast. I got a delicious taste of new German music heard, we lieβen us good Chilean pastries taste 100 times better than the Brazilian counterpart (Viva Empanada!), Admiring the racing by us landscape is mixed is huge mountains, barren desert and coastline. Finally, we slept a little. See, we were already in San Pedro. Saturday morning I had left in Brazil, now, on Monday evening, the trip could begin at last!

Then he stood even before us: either as bearded Reinhold Messner or Klaus N.-B., the usual looseness in the mind, Grinsebäcksche - the good old Julian, as we love him! Again such a wonderful moment when he suddenly stood before us in the door of the hostel. Farewell to miss the next two weeks he was ours, to make the longest, thinnest country in the world unsafe.

Delicious pizza and all sorts of stories we versüβten the pleasant evening under the clearest sky, and the driest spot in the world (even if you now exclude the South Pole). Compared to the low variant from Brazil, the Chilean beer had captured our hearts very quickly. Hach as beautiful - the Trinity was restored. It was daring plans for further action discussed. Apart from the desert we wanted to get in any case, sea, mountains and city culture to face. If we did get in just two weeks, all under one roof?

The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, we were on our way to find a suitable adventure operators. We wanted to try the so-called "sand boarding" - a mix of snowboarding and sand. They strapped his two feet up on a board and tries to Shooting down a sand dune healing. That should make us even succeed very well, the hard part of the company, rather be, at any Exit the board up again carry the hill. At least we were in a high-altitude desert, about 3000 meters above sea level on My usual is not just the height of the lung was to create felt, despite a relatively short ascent knocked me after the heart like crazy and the air seemed somehow luftarm be. But it was worth!

An incredible panoramic waiting for us on top of the hillock. Not a cloud in the sky, rocks and rock formations in all directions, defying time immemorial climate variability and the burning sun, volcanoes in the distance, where there is also the border with Bolivia.

downward speed - like the wind, without regard to Losses. Sun boardeten, no better, flew, slithered, fell, we dislocated down the dune. At 2016 Olympics in Rio de Janeiro.

Our guide drove us to the debate even on a high plateau in the number of yellow-brown canyons on the edge of the Vale de la Luna. There, the sun was in her purple, crimson glory, and covered the entire Atacama desert in a sea of long-drawn shadow. A very intense colors of a special kind Caspar David Friedrich were here he would set up his easel, he would then have been able to come here.

our second and last day in San Pedro, we wanted to use again for a wonderful trip. With a fat old car we bumped further up into the mountains, in the trunk of the mountain. Actually, I better admit to riding a bicycle to be someone who likes to climb the highest peaks and even the most unschaffbaren challenge looks into the eye. In our case, but I was now quite happy that you had to actually sit and just slow down - (I've never in my life seen such a high mountain) at the 6000 Summit, we found ourselves rather from below, while we are so there . atomized But not without first nor to test the thermal springs that are a little spring from a volcanic hill. Having a nice bath taken in the middle of a high-desert canyon, which not everyone can make that claim. Beautiful Photos were also shot, which I would have done such a love to do. Why not this later. lieβen

After our departure, we measly 1000 negative meters behind us, we continued the same. Our Hiking packs were shouldered, does not always charming Hostal Sonchek we turned back and went off the next night bus. The tightly organized holiday plan had to be processed. And so it went into the sea. At the foot of the desert, the rasand at a coastal area in the Pacific winds down, there is Iquique, our next destination.

was followed by three comfortable days beach holiday as it is in the picture book. Our Hostal was right on a bay, which we savored all too well. Rummgammeln, listening to music, gymnastics free after Hambüchen, football against the Chilenos - actually a serious alternative design for my life after volunteering. Also included in this plan or by the incredible pleasure of the board loose belly wave surfing, where we indulged ourselves passionately. From one or other 4-meter-breaker we were crumbling in every trick in the book - there is nothing more beautiful in this world!

Of course we're not philistines. A short walk through the old town of the otherwise rather tree-panel buildings Iquique also belonged to the program. Funnily enough, we felt us a little set in an old Western movie. The houses reminded in style at the time Lucky Look - with its saloons and Sheriff quarters, wooden decks and houses linealgeträuen arrangements according to the Mannheim model. Even the fish market we paid a visit. What many of us call the fish smell is, for me personally more of a stench of decay. The many other marine animals bisected on the brink, staring at me from their big, dead eyes, shouted at me out not just hunger. Quick on. To the beach promenade of the beautiful could be admired from the many surfers from Iquique, the wildly broke through the waves, hurled through the area and their jumps were the best tasks.

part of the culture course, a reasonable participation in Iquique Nightlife! What I had fasted and languished? What I had kosher zöllibatär, ramadan manner, healthy and lazy in my herumgeschimmelt rain forest, go out in the clock at 8:00 in the evening the lights, so people are ready the next morning at 6:00 clock to shamanic yoga? After so incredibly long ersähnten seven months for the first time I walked into a nightclub. Finally, finally, finally Carpe Diem et Noctem! It had to be tasted ...

Sometime late at night we were sitting in a threesome on a Baywatchhochsitz on the beach. Exhausted, we climbed this to us from the arduous recover Party us a little and the fresh sea breeze effect on our tanned faces leave. What makes us well through the heads was a bit sad at this moment? For me it was about the following stream of thought: "Dance music has not died, what a blessing How long has it been since that one has ever danced at a party, without being viewed obliquely color of their skin without expensive, monotonous Bahian Fäkalmusik with? associated Fäkaltanz that I speak not (n will)? I'm thirsty. Bring me a cocktail. How beautiful is the sound of the sea and the brightly lit Hochhaussilouette Iquique. That moment at the end of the world. This dwell but, oh moment! " But unfortunately, it should be nothing. An unknown person had followed us on the look-out and since then none of us can remember something.

The next day we were all a little tired. The blond three of us were enveloped completely exhausted from the night before and lummelte all day with his kippa on his head in his towel in the sand around. Since we were all up until the afternoon, the day was around too fast accordingly. In the evening we drove with billiards and a masterpiece of modern cinema, also known as "Jackass the Movie II". A strip in which a gang of people still practiced hollow hollow things. Beiβen of giant snakes can be naked or dressed as apes the streets New York makes it unsafe, hurtling down propane tanks as rockets in shopping carts cliffs, just to make a vegetable stand to the ground to be down for fishing bait in Caribbean Haigewässer. As the general reader recognizes, we finally reached the desired level of our common vacation time.

Another long night bus ride, a few hundred miles we were driving down the coast of Chile, in order to now spend half days in La Serena. But what kind of a shock when we arrived at the new place and I opened the Hostal my travel backpack camera and mobile phone. Way.
It could not be true, the many beautiful pictures Thermal springs, from sand boarding, from surfing, the Feierei - all gone, henceforth. Before our departure from Iquique I want my bag with the valuables in a corner in a hostel and we were allowed to go eat something. We had been drann late and had to leave hectic, so there was no time for an inspection of the objects remained.

From the terror soon became quite a hassle. We actually got on well with all residents of the relatively small hostels and were considered together. A black sheep had to have been among these people. But nothing helped, camera and cell phone were gone, and are there to this day. Why, how and where that is in principle indifferent. Important was that now not even Julian's camera gave up their mind completely. Jonathan had been in underwater shooting with the seals off Galapagos hoisted the "Game over'' flag and the bristling of Mr. Barabas now decided not to come out her sanded lens. Out of necessity, you have to be creative, we thought, and stuck the lens schlieβlich with a complex high-tech procedures Scotch tape off. That they should schlieβen not for the rest of the holiday!

Nevertheless, we should not spoil the mood. La Serena had to have a beautiful beach, but with no waves and, instead, with rather cool temperatures, we were significantly further south than it quite warm in Iquique. Thus, unfortunately, from the planned wave surfing hour the Julian and I had planned.

Instead, we tried to dig a tunnel to the other end of the world where we would most likely be the Siberian permafrost ceiling caused problems. After an exhausting hour of work we were already 1.08 meters deep vorgestoβen into the ground and decided to stay for now the secret tunnel project to Russia, by the lack of heavy equipment. As is well known

any white marks, it will be with increasing closeness to the Earth's core getting hotter. We three workers from the Civil Engineering Department took advantage of geothermal energy from naturally in all our ingenuity, to defy the freezing cold! So we sat down with relish in our hole and lieβen schlieβen it from the top with sand until only the heads peeped out. That was for the first hour still very entertaining. And nice and warm on Popö'sche. Slowly but verspührte one by one the urge to pursue something Abwechslungsreicherem again, but we found disillusioned that we are under the weight of the sand cover alone had no chance to free ourselves. Should this have been the end of our vacation? When we had

schlieβlich after nightfall, the approach of the flood and a rainfall unparalleled already lost any hope of help, luckily stumbled anyone with one of our heads and so the adventure could continue.

And that led us directly into an ice cream parlor in which we should expect two friends who had already accompanied us to the recent holiday: Nussferatu and Framboisestein. The Dracula edition of Schoeller had given us with their eerie raspberry and chocolate flavors worst nightmares. As a reward, there was a poser of each photo along with the two.

Fortified by our Transylvanian ice we went immediately to the nearest town, which according to "Lonely Planet" with the best in Chile must be: Valparaíso. After "Avatar," "Blade II" and "Dracula 12 - Battle in the Central Cemetery" during the night drive from La Serena, we reached the town of desire in the early morning hours. A dream! Located

, in a very far-drawn bay of the Pacific, in which to add back country winding steadily the hills in the sky, Valparaíso offers at first glance, such a LARGE color and architectural diversity that is possible in the few available to us available days could not possibly get enough of.

This angling of the nested, oblique at the various houses Cerras had some little Italian in itself. With its narrow streets, stairways and ancient mountain paths, the seemingly without any logic - as in a maze - in harmony with each other, perhaps we could even pull a line parallel to the historic city of Salvador da Bahia. With some smears: Salvador take only Malucos ("Crazy"), the steep, unlit and dangerous way to the top while it was in Valparaiso just a treat for the three of us to take these small efforts on us. Past countless beautiful graffiti, colorful dog poop and dog poop producers, signing and strolling entertain students, one usually has the sparkling sea in the back. Turning around then, you see a bustling waterfront down, teeming with many Chilenos and its stores . Pursue

lieβen of this delightful scene inspired not a few Chilean poet and artist. Among them, Pablo Neruda, a kind of Goethe that country, which until the second half of the 20th Century passed away. Neruda has had his own house built on a hillock Valparaíso, we had to go natural. To keep it short, such a house I will have it. Totally not a huge palace, but in so incredibly beautiful location. Who, incidentally, is more interested in the special seal of the English nationalist writer, contact Jonathan. We walked around a lot

in this city in a picture book, were several motives for relevant land art images of the special way, exploring just to antique appearing cemeteries and prisons, which were often the severe consequences of the earthquake to see a month earlier, wohlwühlten in the warm sun or the fire of our very comfortable hostel, enjoyed the Champions League Live broadcasts. Comfortable, active recovery, I could hardly imagine better.

us Valparaíso was identified as a stronghold of the night scene of Chile and of course we should not miss this opportunity so simple. A short trip to neighboring Viña del Mar left us in a hip dance bar. lack of - From Elvis to Daddy Yankee really nowhere in South America - we were swinging the hips until dawn. The way back was no less funny, so we aβen Guakamole huge burgers and soy burgers in a class for some early breakfast.

cosiest was rested before we stop off for the back end of hunger and thirst hiefte mainly out of bed. The self-made jam in the hostel, in accordance with tasty corn flakes and DVDs to the final good, very very slow getting up, especially tasted incredible - I can not remember to have in the past nine months, otherwise eaten any at all!

a little sad we were before. It was our last breakfast together been in Valparaíso and thus be the penultimate day of our Trinity. With heavy hearts we packed our things, looked again wehmühtig of our hill on the sun dipped in gold across rooftops and then made our last time on the descent.

noon we arrived in Santiago, Chile's capital and most populous by far field. U-Bahn, LARGE magnificent buildings, parks, mountains in the distance, smog in height - just like when I arrived, the now dated back almost two weeks.

Santiago has many charms. We did not even have the time to read every tip in the tourist guide, However, we did not miss at least two things on our short trip: a sightseeing tour to the top of Mount San Cristobal and a so-called "coffee on two legs".

Climbing the hill in the middle of the city took place with a cozy mountain ride. Top, Oversized reached the statue, offered us a beautiful view of those 6 million inhabitants in their autumn dress. Yes, the reader may wonder rub their eyes in the southern hemisphere the seasons are opposite to Europe. Bahia is located too close to the equator, to feel this effect can actually Santiago is clearly south. Against this panorama lieβen we play for the photo properly our muscles and sat in Musterpose.

The last rays of sunlight lit up faintly the streets of the center, we strolled through the now even to drink a coffee on two legs. Coffee on two legs? What the hell is that? Lonely Planet In this was touted as THE trend in Santiago, everyone should have done this once! As we stood schlieβlich at the entrance, we were not sure if we had actually found this, wanted to see what we do. A fully taped door with a pink rope light Reeperbahn lieβ a lá no sight of us and auβen misgives. "Level" we thought, but unanimously and entered.

waited inside a woman in a bikini on us, we were virtually the only guests in this dark little room. She was neither pretty nor nice, on the contrary, one could even describe as very unfriendly-equipped and with the beauty of a Framboisesteins. The attraction of getting a coffee and brought it to get two great legs face fell flat, abruptly. The scalding still hot coffee were down poured without regard for losses, and because we wanted to be gentlemen, who - classy - fixed not only on äuβere values, we lieβen back to the lady even three pennies in the jukebox, so that the space at least match with "The final countdown" sigh of relief. Then hurry to get out and never to see again! The so-called secret was probably to be interpreted more as a joke of the guide creator. Coffee on two legs - I do not laugh.

While we do not talk about these horrors had to sag, we went on a shopping trip for our LARGE executioner evening. Yes, felt after a day the company was almost at its end. To this evening not to be lost in all of heavy melancholy, the beer supplies were applied accordingly groβ. We trained our infamous holiday pasta, which once again tasted delicious. As is so common on the day before a marathon, should we fill up our party needed calories memory. If it is fairly considered, I think we had the entire time almost exclusively of pizza, pasta and empanadas (little puff pastry with delicious cheese in it) feeds - harm's not.

With appropriate Bierseeligkeit, a good portion of gel (in the Julian Kurt Krömer-3 Weather-Taft) and precious perfume on the irresistible heads we were unstoppable. We swept over the dancefloors of the entertainment district as the Tasmanian Teuffel swayed by Space Jam us in time with the electronic sounds and fast for us to step rhythmically as our champion Michael Jackson cut faces like Michael Ballack 1-0 to Austria in his 2008th was no stopping it anymore, we went into battle against the DJs, they had no chance to flee and surrendered.

some point early in the morning we were sitting together again in a last Guakamoleburger before we feel like the undead put back into our coffins and hardened into stone. Jonathan had to get up again shortly to get his pilot. had a very tired, we take leave behind us. Before we knew it, he was a taxi already around the corner. Just a surreal moment, as that of its appearance.

Luckily I still had my Julian with me to comfort me. Rather than go by our last day together in Chile with sleeping and lounging, we gathered up on us again to dull mind, despite significantly more to see some of Santiago. With the Metro, we went to a little over the place, we saw the elegant center, walked dreamily through a lovely park on the outskirts of the city and enjoyed the last rays of this journey in the "Brazilian neighborhood," while our remarkable artist her strange portraits on display. One last pizza, which would have otherwise shall also be rounded the day off schlieβlich skillfully.

me nothing, you nothing, and I saβ next Morning on the plane home, above the clouds in front of me dozing and dreaming. I dreamed of the views of the San Cristobal, from volcanoes and Nussferatu, of a hundred thousand year old rock formations in the light of the setting sun, the eternal waves of the Pacific Ocean, from Pablo Neruda's house and the silhouette of Valparaíso, from sand boarding, from the Trans-Siberian tunnel, by us and the happiness of life. Just the three of us. At the end of the world.

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