Our hotel is one of the many "palafitos" in Castro -- stilt houses. These houses, hostels and other buildings along the water's edge are built on stilts (at the rear) because of the tides coming in and out. The front of the buildings are at street level. My room is on the back, or stilt side, of the hotel. I don't have a picture of it yet, but here is a photo of some other palafitos.
Palafitos |
We continued on to a cluster of homes of about 30 families of the people indigenous to the island of Chiloe. At one of them we had a picnic of their typical food, which included sea bass empanadas, cheese empanadas, a delicious bread, and a pancake-like combination of potato and pork. We also had some delicious freshly squeezed juices. Four year old Matthias (son of our hostess) loved to pose for pictures.
Lisa with Matthias and his aunt |
With the "giant rhubarb" |
After that we crossed the road and walked for about half an hour to the Pacific Ocean. It struck me as amazing that we could be viewing the Pacific while two time zones east of the eastern seabord of the US.
Elspeth and Guy at the Pacific |
After returning to the van we shuttled back to the hotel. Then, following a welcome hot shower, we went into Castro for some quick shopping and a dinner at a restaurant on the water. I had another "curanto" (see yesterday's blog), prepared in a kitchen instead of a fire pit. This one had mussels that were far and away the largest that I had ever seen. The verdict -- good, but not as good as the one last night.
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