Matthew and I ended up staying in La Serena for quite a while longer than we first anticipated. This wasn't through any instantaneous and deep rooted love of the place per se. The city was ostensibly shut for 80% of our stay but there were no buses outta town. The only thing to do was make the best of it. This plan of action ultimately involved deviating from our usual unfriendly behaviour and (sharp inhalation of breath) talking to other people. No sooner had we stepped off the bus and met Bill and Janice, a fantastic couple from Australia who had apparently been everywhere on the globe it's possible to visit. They entertained us over a much needed coffee with all their travelling exploits no end. On our day trip to Isla Damas (the one with all the pengies, dolphins and sea lions) we met the lovely Felicitas. Enclosed is a picture of her and I at Church Appreciation Club (total members = 2) after a couple of pisco sours. Felicitas was a right old hoot and we're hoping to catch up with her when I eventually get round to visiting my long neglected relatives in the Vaterland. We also met Pete and his missus, Bruce, two bikers from Manchester who were making their way around the World Easy Rider fashion. They too were stuck in La Serena for all eternity, waiting for a bike part to arrive via South America's non-existent postal service. We filled the hours in time honoured tradition, found the only open bar and drank a lot of booze. Attached is a picture of Pete on stage at the jazz bar on the end of our road, dazzling everyone with his phenomenal harmonica prowess. Finally, we met Elanor and June from Ireland, who were brilliant fun and great drinking buddies. There are no pictures of them here but they really do exist. If you don't believe me look at my Facebook friends list. The upshot of this rambling post being, thanks to all the terrific people we met in La Serena, the city that always sleeps, for preventing us from perishing of boredom.
Matthew and I ended up staying in La Serena for quite a while longer than we first anticipated. This wasn't through any instantaneous and deep rooted love of the place per se. The city was ostensibly shut for 80% of our stay but there were no buses outta town. The only thing to do was make the best of it. This plan of action ultimately involved deviating from our usual unfriendly behaviour and (sharp inhalation of breath) talking to other people. No sooner had we stepped off the bus and met Bill and Janice, a fantastic couple from Australia who had apparently been everywhere on the globe it's possible to visit. They entertained us over a much needed coffee with all their travelling exploits no end. On our day trip to Isla Damas (the one with all the pengies, dolphins and sea lions) we met the lovely Felicitas. Enclosed is a picture of her and I at Church Appreciation Club (total members = 2) after a couple of pisco sours. Felicitas was a right old hoot and we're hoping to catch up with her when I eventually get round to visiting my long neglected relatives in the Vaterland. We also met Pete and his missus, Bruce, two bikers from Manchester who were making their way around the World Easy Rider fashion. They too were stuck in La Serena for all eternity, waiting for a bike part to arrive via South America's non-existent postal service. We filled the hours in time honoured tradition, found the only open bar and drank a lot of booze. Attached is a picture of Pete on stage at the jazz bar on the end of our road, dazzling everyone with his phenomenal harmonica prowess. Finally, we met Elanor and June from Ireland, who were brilliant fun and great drinking buddies. There are no pictures of them here but they really do exist. If you don't believe me look at my Facebook friends list. The upshot of this rambling post being, thanks to all the terrific people we met in La Serena, the city that always sleeps, for preventing us from perishing of boredom.
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