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Location Date South America 
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Location Date Santiago 1483660800 Vina Del Mar 1483574400 La Serena 1483228800 Taltal 1483056000 Tocopilla 1482969600 Pica 1482796800 Iquique 1482624000 San Pedro De Atacama 1482364800 Antofagasta 1482019200 Bahia Inglesa 1481932800 Termas De Socos 1481673600 Castro 1452124800 Puerto Montt 1451779200 Hornopiren 1451692800 La Ensenada 1451433600 Anticura 1451347200 Puerto Varas 1451088000 Easter Island 1450742400 Hanga Roa 1450569600 Termas El Sosneado 1420502400 Punta Arenas 1419724800 Serrano Glaciar 1419638400 Torres Del Paine 1419552000 Puerto Natales 1419379200 Puerto Hambre 1419206400 Salto Del Laja 1389225600 Volcan Llaima 1389139200 Curacautin 1389052800 Angol 1388880000 Laguna Del Laja National Park 1388793600 Lota 1388620800 Concepcion 1388534400 Termas De Chillan 1388448000 Chanco
1388188800 Quinamavida 1388016000 San Clemente 1387929600 Reserva Nacional Radal Siete Tazas 1387756800 Sewell 1387584000 Pichilemu 1387497600 Coya 1387411200 Rancagua 1387324800 Isla De Maipo 1387238400 Providencia 1387152000 Calera 1387065600 -
Location Date Sat, 28 December 2013 1388229540 Fri, 27 December 2013
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Packing seems to get a bigger job every time we want to move on, particularly where there are food stuffs involved. We left the keys with Jose's wife who was convinced we were leaving on Saturday and once again headed to the Ruta 5. It was a very hot day, every tractor seemed to be out on the road and San Clemente and Talca seemed so much busier.
We turned off the motorway on to the Ruta de Conquistadores, heading to the coach and Constitucion. The road quickly went through a huge. Seemingly endless forest, with the smell of pine and large trucks of cut wood and tree trunks on board.
We reached Constitucion and the South Pacific and turned down the coastal road. Along the beach some rocks stood out including one called the Lovers’ Arch.
Eventually the road ended at a long pier and we realised that it wasn’t the road south we were seeking so we headed back to Constitucion , climbed back up into the forest and found out turning.
We continued driving through forest, with the odd glimpse of sea, having decided to stay in the fishing port of Conaripe. Conaripe was a typical one storey, dusty town but at its end there was a beach covered by fishing boats and a few bars and restaurants. We found a cabana about half a mile from the centre "Don Bosco." It cost $25,000 (£20) per night. Apparently the landlady is a great fan of Margaret Thatcher! It was a living-kitchen area with a bedroom and bathroom at the rear. There seemed to be a couple of litters of kittens about, one who bravely came into our room.
The place seemed to be opening up for the season, and we watched as a young lad perched precariously on a dormer roof to paint the woodwork.
After a pasta dinner we walked in to the centre along the black beach. There were fish heads and crabs washed up all along the shore line, we though probably from the fishing fleet. When we got back to the restaurants and bars, virtually all were shut up. We went to a Panaderia (bread shop) and they had sold out. Eventually we managed to buy wine, rolls and butter elsewhere. Returning to the Cabana, we took the wine, with bread and cheese to the beach opposite and ate a picnic on the rocks, watching the sun go down.
We turned off the motorway on to the Ruta de Conquistadores, heading to the coach and Constitucion. The road quickly went through a huge. Seemingly endless forest, with the smell of pine and large trucks of cut wood and tree trunks on board.
We reached Constitucion and the South Pacific and turned down the coastal road. Along the beach some rocks stood out including one called the Lovers’ Arch.
Eventually the road ended at a long pier and we realised that it wasn’t the road south we were seeking so we headed back to Constitucion , climbed back up into the forest and found out turning.
We continued driving through forest, with the odd glimpse of sea, having decided to stay in the fishing port of Conaripe. Conaripe was a typical one storey, dusty town but at its end there was a beach covered by fishing boats and a few bars and restaurants. We found a cabana about half a mile from the centre "Don Bosco." It cost $25,000 (£20) per night. Apparently the landlady is a great fan of Margaret Thatcher! It was a living-kitchen area with a bedroom and bathroom at the rear. There seemed to be a couple of litters of kittens about, one who bravely came into our room.
The place seemed to be opening up for the season, and we watched as a young lad perched precariously on a dormer roof to paint the woodwork.
After a pasta dinner we walked in to the centre along the black beach. There were fish heads and crabs washed up all along the shore line, we though probably from the fishing fleet. When we got back to the restaurants and bars, virtually all were shut up. We went to a Panaderia (bread shop) and they had sold out. Eventually we managed to buy wine, rolls and butter elsewhere. Returning to the Cabana, we took the wine, with bread and cheese to the beach opposite and ate a picnic on the rocks, watching the sun go down.
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