

#2:
Down Chile
(December 2003)
More desert then a long sigh
as we find green in the south
Its funny how McDonalds seems like flavored cardboard at
home, but is an oasis on the road. We pulled into Arica in the fading
sun and bargained some rooms at the local Best Western, walked down the
pedestrian alley that is the town's heart and came across the golden
arches. Clean bathrooms, crispy fries, efficient service. After a Big
Mac and Coke, it didn't feel like we were risking our health in a foreign
country, it seemed more like a series of day drives down the coast. Stacey
decided that she wouldn't fly to Santiago, she would stay on and drive
down with me. Then, as we left, a bum very politely asked us for our
leftover fries. Ok, it wasn't exactly like home.
Down the Coast
I was thrilled that Stacey opted to stay on. But the conditions didn't
get much easier. And a few hours out of Arica, the truck started overheating.
Blimey. I changed the fuel filter, checked the air filter, did nothing.
Had to turn off the air conditioning on the hills.
Humberstone is an abandoned nitrate mine sitting off the side of the
Panamerican. It remains as a tourist attraction, the rusting tin creaking
in the wind. We wandered the sandy streets. I was fascinated by the old
mine. An old tennis court that had seen its last play at the end of WWII,
an old locomotive shipwrecked on its way into a trackless desert. Giant
warehouses shot through by the setting sun. What stories had played out
here - greed, ambition, heroic stands by honest men, lives that petered
out in sweat. In 1947 artifical fertilizers made the mine uneconomical
and it was shut down. The faded town was my favorite stop on this trip.
We arrived in Iquique and negotiated a great room in the town's best
hotel. I left Stacey to sunbathe and scooted into town to a tin shack
garage to get the oil changed. A grease and dirt encrusted fellow offered
a selection of oil and I was relieved to see Castrol. Can't go wrong
with that.
Like many of the northern towns in Chile, Iquique is trying to re-invent
itself as a beach resort and condos line the southern beaches. The downtown
is under renovation, a few cafes line a newly pedestrianized strip. Off
the main plaza the venerable Casino Espana has set the dinner standard
for years, decorated with rather nice paintings of the complete story
of Don Quixote.

An iron church designed by Eiffel (of tower fame), pre-fabricated and shipped
to South America, it livens Arica's main square

Marooned in the scorching desert, the abandoned nitrate mine of Humberstone
rusts quietly

Nitrates, otherwise known as old bat crap, revolutionized agriculture in the
early 1900's - but shortly after WW2 some genius figured out how to make
petroleum-based fertilizer and the great guano rush was over leaving Humberstone
suddenly uneconomic to run

The delicious seaside town of Iquique bathed in sunset, cobbled streets and
old restaurants are expanding as the city re-invents itself as a tourist
destination

The most beautiful drive in South America, the seaside run south from Iquique
to Antofogasta on the flank of 1000 ft cliffs beside the ocean, occasional
fishing shacks break up the otherwise empty desert

The world's largest copper mine in Chiquicamata is also one of the highest
elevation worksites, walk don't run in the thin air

Some R&R in Santiago at the end of a long dirty dusty desert drive

Santiago's main square

South of Santiago into the Lakes District, a dramatic change from the north,
known as the Switzerland of the south

A tiny country church on the border crossing - Chile is truly a country of
extremes from desert to lush mountains
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