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Log Fires

stuck in a moment..

rain 3 °C
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The Brazillians in my hostel were all around 20-30 years old. A mix of boys and girls, who had met each other en-route to Pucon. It fascinates me how single travellers pair up and gather a small group before disbanding. Two of the 6 Brazillians, both men had known each other for only 2 days and one of them was leaving his friend of 18 years to go traveeling with his new companion.
One of them told me that apparently in Brazil - people make friend like this easily. Not just in Brazil amigo, I thought. But around the world. When people go away, perhaps they discover some form of traveller's mo-jo that just makes them more open and more attractive to other people.

Nothing to do with where you're from. Everything to do with where you're at.

Whilst I was with them, they were good enough not to speak in Portugese. They liked me, and I liked them. Not enough to pick a travelling buddy though. Often, I felt they had formed a little Brazillian clique, but one that was open to outsiders. I was appreciative, but didn't fully share their need for waiting in Pucon for the rain to clear so that they might attempt the ascent to the top of Volcano. I looked out the window. Villarica was barely visible through the clouds.

Instead, I managed to persuade Marissa - another Brazillian to come along for a tour. In fact it required no persuassion really. It seemed she was just bored. The tour at Pucon involved some trekking, visits to some really powerful rapids, which I have tried to capture on camera.

A note about the weather. It has been pretty miserable, painful, dull. Insert adjective of choice. Average temperatures around 2-4 C. Bucketing it outside. Absolutely buckets. And not the kind of fat lazy rain that makes you realise you're somewhere exotic. Just the dreary, spitting, slanting and more often than not driving rain that creates puddles at your feet in seconds.

And a note about log fires.
When the weather is like this, these small stoves (see pic) are a godsend. In fact I am alsmost certain that much of the pollution in Pucon can be blamed on the numerous log fires that are lit in a 'fuck off' to the rain. If you go outside, the entire town smells like a campsite. That soft wood burning smell reaches out and seeps into your clothing. It's nice. And makes you want to stay in and have another espresso. It's just too much effort to wander out.

Watch the wood crackle,
Watch the rain fall,
Witness Chile in winter and be grateful.

It's not a sight many people will see, smell or taste.

Posted by Simpler 14:15 Archived in Chile

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