We'll just say that I've been lazy... no wait, I mean busy , yah that's right... busy

So... due to popular demand, I will continue informing people of my travels, and adventures. I was talking to my dad, and he said that people had actually gone into an economic crisis due to the fact that I had not been keeping people updated. So here it is, we can come out of the crisis, I'm back, there is no longer a reason to panic.

A quick update of what I've been doing:

My last post was of Pucon, and our adventures down there. Since then, a lot has been going on...
The next weekend I spent up in Coquimbo, with Drew, Johnathan, Jaron, and Franklin. We just took a bus up there, slept on the beach and hung out, just being bums.


The next weekend I spent in Mendoza Argentina. 10 of us rented a cabin, and did some exploring, wine tasting, and bike riding. 5 of us took the bus, and 5 of us rode in Eric's car to get there. After we got there, we had to get around, so we all took Eric's car.

Eric's car is that white thing in the background, yes, the VW golf, and yes, they are 10 passenger vehicles.
Ah yes, we rented bikes, and did the wine tour. As you can tell by the photo, the competition was stiff, close to that encountered in Le Tour De France. The bikes are nothing but performance machines, most of which to maintain speed had had the breaks removed, or disabled.

The next weekend started off with a Santana concert. This guy is AMAZING. Of course we didn't want anyone to get lost, so we met up a bit before the concert, strictly for safety reasons.
Yah... we wanted no one to get lost.
I didn't take my camera into the concert, I was afraid of loosing it, but here's a video I found.


The guy is a musical genius, I can't express how good of a show he put on.

This was the first weekend I spent in Santiago, I don't really know that I did anything else exciting.

Tuesday of the next week was Critical Mass, or "Critico masiva" as they call it here.

So, like any other Critical Mass, all the riders meet up, and ride around the city in attempt to raise bike awareness, but in all reality they just end up pissing off a bunch of motorists. The difference here is they give the bikes a Carabinero escort. The Carabineros are Chile's police force, which are directly connected with their military. Thus it's like having an army escort for your bike ride, it's awesome. No one expresses their anger or impatience with the bikes, because there's about 40 carabineros around us.

The following weekend I went to Laja with Mac. Mac lives here with her friends Melena, and Hugo, Mac's "host cousin" Tati (the same kid from Fantisilandia for those of you that have been following this thing) lives in Laja with his family. We had the opportunity to be showed around by Hugo's parents, for the most relaxing weekend ever, it was really nice. We got a tour of the surrounding are with Hugo's father, and another local gentleman who knew all about the local history.

Here's me in San Rosendo (the old railroad capital of Chile) sitting on a horse made of primarily railroad springs

Mac, and her "host grandpa" making use of the Cuecodrome (literally a place to dance the Cueca, the national dance of Chile)

Las Saltas de Laja (Waterfalls of Laja) with Mac Tati, and myself. We were told not to get too close to the waterfalls, apparently they're dangerous.




Laja is also the first place in chile where I encountered a bed that I didn't hang my feet off of.
Laja is a wonderful place.

Tati and his family with a couple of gringos.

I will break here, because the next post will be of Patagonia, and will be long, like a big book, like... Moby dick, or Don Quixote de la Mancha, and even more epic.