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Kevin and Joannie on tour
For the last few days Joan has been coming down with a cold. Today it hit, so Kevin read his book whilst she slept.
The weather is still extraordinarily good here. Once Joan had woken up, we headed out for a drive round some of the wooden churches that Chiloe is famous for. Built by Jesuit missionaries, 16 0f them have UNESCO world heritage status. As Chiloe is large (about 200km long and 70 km long) it would be quite a challenge to do them all in one day so we opted to drive to some of them around Dalcahue which is not far from Castro.
Dalcahue is one of the listed churches. Like most of them it is made mainly of wood with impressive towers at the front. Inside the wooden pillars were painted to look like marble. The statue of Jesus had another real hair wig, which is a bit creepy.
Moving on from Dalahue we headed down a road signposted Anchao. We immediately found ourselves upon a ferry slipway. Our map is so small it didn't show there was a narrow channel. the small ferry had begun to set off when a big coach arrived. The ferry was pulled back and a wooden stake was found to help the coach on to the boat. Somehow or other, the ferry captain missed the slip road on the other side and simply drove on to it sideways. Another piece of wood was found to help the coach and buses off.
This was the island of Quinchao and we found a few more wooden churches with their alerce tiles. Near one a couple of hairy, brown pigs were sleeping with wire in their snouts.
At a mirador (viewpoint), there were enticing glimpses of the mainland and the Patagonian Andes mountains and volcanoes. We asked two lads who were sat on the Mirador which ones they were. They only knew one, Chaiten, which wasn't even classed as a volcano, until it erupted in 2008 with 48 hours notice. The big volcano opposite, which the boys didn't know, was Michimahuida.
We visited the church at Quinchao but as the light was starting to fade so we headed back. On the way we saw the two lads again who hitched a lift. One was a chef and the other worked in civil construction. They were from Valparaiso and on a camping trip. The latter had studied English as part of his university course, and was very keen to practice. We waved goodbye to them on the ferry and headed back to Castro. The amusement for the night came in watching a fishing boat moor to a buoy opposite us in the dark.
The weather is still extraordinarily good here. Once Joan had woken up, we headed out for a drive round some of the wooden churches that Chiloe is famous for. Built by Jesuit missionaries, 16 0f them have UNESCO world heritage status. As Chiloe is large (about 200km long and 70 km long) it would be quite a challenge to do them all in one day so we opted to drive to some of them around Dalcahue which is not far from Castro.
Dalcahue is one of the listed churches. Like most of them it is made mainly of wood with impressive towers at the front. Inside the wooden pillars were painted to look like marble. The statue of Jesus had another real hair wig, which is a bit creepy.
Moving on from Dalahue we headed down a road signposted Anchao. We immediately found ourselves upon a ferry slipway. Our map is so small it didn't show there was a narrow channel. the small ferry had begun to set off when a big coach arrived. The ferry was pulled back and a wooden stake was found to help the coach on to the boat. Somehow or other, the ferry captain missed the slip road on the other side and simply drove on to it sideways. Another piece of wood was found to help the coach and buses off.
This was the island of Quinchao and we found a few more wooden churches with their alerce tiles. Near one a couple of hairy, brown pigs were sleeping with wire in their snouts.
At a mirador (viewpoint), there were enticing glimpses of the mainland and the Patagonian Andes mountains and volcanoes. We asked two lads who were sat on the Mirador which ones they were. They only knew one, Chaiten, which wasn't even classed as a volcano, until it erupted in 2008 with 48 hours notice. The big volcano opposite, which the boys didn't know, was Michimahuida.
We visited the church at Quinchao but as the light was starting to fade so we headed back. On the way we saw the two lads again who hitched a lift. One was a chef and the other worked in civil construction. They were from Valparaiso and on a camping trip. The latter had studied English as part of his university course, and was very keen to practice. We waved goodbye to them on the ferry and headed back to Castro. The amusement for the night came in watching a fishing boat moor to a buoy opposite us in the dark.
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