Santiago, April 15, 2000
Hello all.
Well, I´m back in Santiago now.
The bus ride to Osorno was about thirty-four hours,
and from there I hitch hiked shorter stretches to
where I had addresses of people from our HCJB archives.
It was interesting because at the end
of the first evening I had arrived in Pitrufquen,
where I had an address of such people. They lived
far out in the boonies, though, and didn´t have
telephone or anything like that. When I had found
their house it was nearly dark. It turned out that
they were an elderly couple, both probably over 80.
They were very friendly and hospitable and happy that
someone from HCJB was finally under their roof, even
though they have stopped listening to and corresponding
with HCJB several years ago.
The next day was a lot weirder though.
I got to Temuco, where the next such address was,
and called the number I had been given. He, too, must
have been an older entry in the database, because
he was not really in touch with HCJB any more. But
he insisted that we should get together, and he wanted
to know more about me, and he took me home with his
family and invited me to stay for the next two days.
After that they were going on vacation, but if I wanted
I could still stay at their place, and "take
care of it while they were gone." Man, on the
one hand this is the sort of experience I have always
hoped for in my travels (if nothing else, it makes
a good story to tell), but when it actually happened
it was pretty uncomfortable. They were very friendly,
laid-back people though, which made things easier.
After that episode I hitch hiked pretty
straight to Santiago. Even though it is only about
600 km, it took me a good 22 hours to get there. This
has been one of my longest uninterrupted hitch hikes.
There were only three times I did more than 24 hours
in one uninterrupted stretch were: 1. a 35-hour hitch
hike from Regina, Saskatchewan, to Thessalon, Ontario.
2. a 24-hour hitch from Silandro, Italy, to Hannover,
Germany, and 3. A single 26-hour ride from Copiapo
to Santiago, here in Chile on my way down. But No.
3 hardly counts, since we spent the night in the truck
when the truck driver went to sleep, instead of hitching
on like the true hard-core would. But at any rate,
I was tired as anything when I got to Santiago, and
it was raining and hailing. I found refuge in a supermarket,
and they had a bench near the exit. I intended to
just sit down for a while, but I ended up just going
to sleep. I was eventually wakened and kicked out.
Some of you have asked me if it doesn´t
get lonesome travelling alone, and whether Bryan and
I split up peacefully. Very peacefully. We had different
interests to follow, and figured each would be better
off alone. I think that there are very great advantages
to travelling alone. It´s almost like you get
the experience in a much more real and undiluted way.
And of course, when you hitch hike you usually have
better chances alone than when you´re with someone
else.
Of course, travelling with a friend
has its definite advantages. You have someone to watch
your backpack while you go to the washroom, you have
someone to talk to in the long boring hours of roadside
standing, and someone just generally to help you out.
And of course, you have a witness. The things that
happen to you when you are alone just sort of exist
in your own memory, and no matter how well you can
relate the story, your account will always be flatter
than the actual event. Like, I just have to say the
words "Psycho woman in Lima" to Bryan, and
he starts to laugh because he remembers this woman
we met in Peru. But if I tried to describe her to
someone who hasn´t met her, it would not seem
all that funny.
There are a lot of things that I thought
about these last few days, about vagabonds and other
career opportunities, about how much I´m eating
and thinking about food when on the road, about cool
games and contests you can have while hitch hiking.
I think I´ll write a few of them in a future
eMail, right now I´m still a little out of things.
Like this mail here; sort of an irrelevant sprawl.
Marco
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