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Morro Gordo

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  • Day55

    More car rentals

    November 23, 2017 in Chile ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    We woke up at 8 am and went to check the 2 other car rental options. We had till 12:45 as that was the time for Hristo's dental appointment. Luckily, both of the rental companies were quite near the dental clinic so we walked to Benmax. They too had a 4x4 vehicle and were a bit cheaper than Hertz (there only other feasible option we had). We took the quotes and then went looking for the Viva car rental. We entered the building where the rental was supposed to be and ended up in a girl's college. A panicked warden and an assistant came over to show us out before we could explain we were looking for a car rental and it was marked in this location in our gps maps. 😁😁😁The guy told us that its must have been long time ago and now all the buildings were owned by the college. He mentioned an alternate car rental in one of the hotels nearby.
    We walked in the given direction but couldn't find the hotel mentioned. We any case decided to ask in one of the hotels on the main street. The people at the reception spoke English and were very helpful. They searched for all the car rentals in Arica for us. We found out that there was Econorental a few kms outside of Arica that we had missed checking with. The receptionist even called them and found out for us that the daily rental for a 4x4 was 51000 CLP there. This was quite a bit cheaper than any other options we had, so we decided to check this out after the dental appointment.
    So, now we had an hour left before the appointment so we decided to check out the sea lions near the city center that Diana had mentioned to us 2 days ago.
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  • Day52

    To Morro de Arica

    November 20, 2017 in Chile ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    We had our lunch at the local shops and then decided to find some operators to take us to the valley of Azapa and Lluta to see the geoglyphs on the valley hills. We couldn't find a single tour operator in the city. Finally, we decided to walk to the tourist information center. On the way, we saw our 1st tour operator of the town and negotiated a tour of the Azapa, Lluta valleys and the Anzota caves for 20000 CLP per head.
    After that, we decided to go to the Marro del Arica viewpoint on top of a small hill next to the city center.
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  • Day150

    Arica

    June 24, 2015 in Chile ⋅ 🌙 18 °C

    Da unser Touristenvisum kurz vor dem Verfall stand, "mussten" wir gestern los über die nächstgelegene Grenze: Chile! Und weil das für einen Tag zu langweilig wäre, haben meine Mitbewohnerin und ich uns den Rest der Woche von der Uni freigenommen (natürlich in Absprache mit den Professoren ;-) ) und fahren bis in die Atacama-Wüste!
    Es hat auch zum Glück alles an der Grenze gut geklappt und jetzt haben wir den Tag über Aufenthalt in Arica, bis uns heute Nacht der nächste Nachtbus nach San Pedro de Atacama fährt.
    Erster Eindruck von Arica: so europäisch habe ich seit Februar nichts mehr gesehen. Die Innenstadt ist echt schön mit großer Fußgängerzone und einigen kleinen Gässchen, wo sich Kunsthandwerk und Souvenirs aneinanderreihen.
    Desweiteren war ich schon lange nicht mehr so reich... ;-) Also der Umrechnungskurs Euro-Chilenische Pesos liegt bei 1=750, also wurden tausende von Pesos abgehoben... Aber dafür kosten dann zwei Kaffee und 3 Croissants auch 4000 ;-)

    Also ging auf Entdeckungstour durch die Stadt und in der Touristinfo bekamen wir dann zwei Museen empfohlen, die wir uns dann auch angesehen haben. Eines war echt gut gemacht über Mumien, die in dem Haus dort gefunden wurden, sehr interessant. Das andere war ein Militärmuseum über den Peru-Chile-Krieg, wo einfach nur Waffen, Fahnen und Uniformen ausgestellt waren, ohne große Erklärungen zum Krieg... Wir waren uns hinterher nicht einmal sicher wer den Krieg denn jetzt gewonnen hat... (Wikipediarecherche hat dann ergeben, dass Chile gewonnen hat)

    Abends vor der Abfahrt ging es dann in ein Restaurant in einem schönen Innenhof. Wir sahen dann auch die erste Halbzeit des Chile-Fußballspiels, denn aktuell ist "Copa America" (sowas wie Europameisterschaft) und Chile ist Gastgeber. (Nachtrag: sie haben sogar die Meisterschaft gewonnen, und Argentinien musste wieder zusehen, so wie letztes Jahr in der Weltmeisterschaft. Peru wurde übrigens Dritter)
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  • Day37

    Arica, Chile

    February 8, 2018 in Chile ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    We dock in Arica at just after 8am. This is the most northerly coastal city in Chile, with a population of 197,000. As I mentioned yesterday, I’m not going on the coastal walk, so I pull on the ankle strap and head into town, on a mission for my mother to track down some pisco liqueur and, if possible, a manicure set.

    On my way through reception I see the lady with the broken leg—I do remember her, just not from the description I was given yesterday. She looks in a bad way, her whole leg is thickly bandaged, although she tells me it’s not yet been set, they’ve just stabilised it until she can have the operation. She was on an organised tour, was just walking over some uneven shale, and her ankle went under her and she fell. They were booked on the Machu Picchu tour too. Poor woman.

    This is another busy working port, so we have to take a shuttle bus to get to the main entrance. Immediately obvious is the Morro de Arica, a 139-metre high mound of rock topped with a giant Chilean flag. Apparently, there’s a great view from the top of that, but to get to it you have to climb a steep road, and my ankle is not up for that.

    I’ve located a supermarket (thank you Google Maps) and so I head up the hill following San Marcos street, then make a left back towards the central area. Unhelpfully, the supermarket is underground, so I spend a good few minutes scratching my head and staring at the map.

    With my mission semi-accomplished (I got the pisco), I head back down the long pedestrian street, dipping into shops in the hopes of finding a manicure set, armed with no Spanish and picture off the Internet. Surprisingly, I get exactly what I’m looking for!

    By now the thirst is setting in, so I make my way into the nearest food establishment (McDonald’s, I know, don’t...) and then swiftly walk out again on seeing the size of the queue. It seems that you can place your order using a mobile app here in Chile, but rather than simplify matters, it just seems to cause chaos, with a whole mass of people around the till waiting for food while others are trying to order.

    Defeated, I wander on, although silently thinking it’s for the best, as I know how strongly certain people would chastise me anyway for coming all the way to Chile and then eating in McDonald’s. Halfway down the road, there’s a little bar that looks interesting, even more so when I venture inside it’s capacious depths, as the room stretches a long way back into the building. I order a basket of empanaditas, little stuffed pastries containing ham and cheese. They’re absolutely delicious. I sit back and chew my way through them, watching the world go by outside.

    I probably should’ve planned my activities a little better, as my sightseeing will now be encumbered by my shopping. Oh well.

    I’m back on the pedestrian street, and I can feel my scalp burning (hola, Aunty Martha, ¿qué tal?), so I duck into a Chilean version of Burton’s to buy a baseball cap. It doesn’t really suit me, but that’s hardly the point. Having made my purchase, I manage to set the alarms off on the way out—there’s a security tag on the deodorant I bought in the supermarket. It does beg the question as to why it didn’t set the alarm off on the way into the shop though...

    On the whole, I’d have to say Arica is a vast improvement on the last two ports, aesthetically-speaking. I head back to the ship, passing through the main square again, and stop for a chat with some of the Iguazú overlanders. At this point, I was just planning on going back onboard, but I remember that there’s supposedly a beach just round the headland, so I decide to take a slow walk round, with a view to sitting on the sand for a while.

    Unfortunately, my map-reading skills are crap, and the area I’m heading for isn’t a beach at all—it’s a bay lined with concrete breakwaters. There is a beach further round, but that’s a lot further than my gammy ankle wants to carry me, so I turn around and head back to the ship.

    It appears our 6pm sail-away is to be slightly more festive than usual —a carnival has turned up to see us off! I had to use extreme zoom on my photos, as I couldn’t get any nearer, owing to the dense crowd of selfish old buggers who were lining the promenade deck and not letting any others come to the front for a look. I don’t know why I’m remotely surprised. But I shall remember that if we ever need to man the lifeboats...
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