hitchhiking love

scott and my first experience hitchhiking couldn't have been more rewarding.

the morning leading up to said experience started with getting up at 5am to leave the house at 6. we were told by several individuals that there was only one bus (that left one time a day) and headed in the direction we were going (baños morales). the problem was no one could tell us when that was. so, we did what any sensible person might do... we left really early to ensure we would make it in time.

upon arriving at the side of road where the bus was to pick us up (at 7am), we were told by a taxi driver that said bus to b. morales would leave at 9am. that left us almost two hours to chill in front a santa isabel supermarket. scott was not happy to say the least, his water had leaked inside his backpack making him and his sleeping bag quite wet (needless to say, the morning wasn't particularly warm either).

we arrived back at the bus stop at 8:50. now you have to keep in mind... there are about 10 buses (some truncated, some green, purple and blue, some colectivos, others not) that arrive within a 10 minute period of time. some buses don't even stop, you have to know ahead of time when to flag them down. generally there are signs on these buses that indicate the various destinations available. well! we did not see one bus with the sign we needed to see. the taxi driver returned and tried to assist us by asking a bus driver about the 9am bus. his response was that that bus only runs during the summer, the current season being fall. what to do? some hippy looking chilean stuck his head out of the bus and yelled to us that we should get on the bus anyway, at least it would take us in the direction we wanted to head in.

cajón de maipo is the name for a series of towns (pueblos) that head in an easterly direction towards argentina. some towns are not particularly safe for gringos like us to wander in. it was suggested to us that we head to a town called san gabriel and stay there, there are still trees and greenery our chilean friend says. (the further east, closer to the andes and volcanoes the less green stuff there is). disappointed i wasn't making it directly to the baños, scott and i discussed the possibility of hitchhiking. meanwhile, the bus driver (who could only bring us as far as san josé) said we should get off there (the last stop), stand right where we got off his bus and wait for the next one. this bus was 10 minutes behind, traveling (of course) in the same direction.
*side note- without being critical i have to say that logic here in chile can be quite interesting. for example, you sometimes need to buy 5 packages of hamburger meat (all the same size because they are not sold any other way) to get the amount you need. in my mind, why not make bigger-sized meat cartons so people buy and consume less packaging? along the same vein in this little vignette here, why didn't this bus run through to the next town? was there somewhere this bus just needed to be?

anyway, we got off the bus and deciding that this whole thing was quite worth the adventure, we boarded the next one with a final destination of san gabriel. we knew nothing of the return bus schedule and thought we might need to hitchhike home the next day... when we arrived in san gabriel we had the expectation (through yet another conversation with a nice chilean) that some other bus might leave from there and take us to baños morales an hour later. sweet! this is how being spontaneous pays off. well we waited that hour, only to then find out from the carabineros that just kidding, that bus comes in 3 and a half hours. so we said screw it, let's hitchhike. only 100 feet down the road we "hacimos los dedos" and the first car stopped.

scott and cait: ¿adondé van?
truck filled with 4 twenty-somethings: arriba
scott and cait: ¿podemos....?
truck with people: sí

and we jumped in the back of their truck, quickly turning off the dirt road and heading just as they said, up. having no idea what could possibly be "up" especially considering that everything i had read and heard about was east and straight, i was excited at what possibilities this new direction contained.

after several minutes we started to see this...

feminism update

i was speaking with someone a while ago who felt quite strongly about domestic violence in chile. his argument was that only low-class chileans actually go so far as to kill women. it was hard to convince him that factors such as financial, emotional and verbal abuse existed in relationships alone (where no physical abuse was present). it was further suggested that only serious physical physical abuse existed in low-class relationships.

this echoes a pretty entrenched belief in social/economic class in chile. class is something you can never escape here. owning land, cars, multiple homes does not change your status. good or upper class in chile means good blood line and that's all there is to it.

there are many of the same beliefs in the united states as well. ideas that only black or poor people are violent (domestically and otherwise) are historically racist as well as very pervasive. even progressive minded-thinkers catch themselves asking "wait, is it really true? are poor people more violent that rich? blacks more than whites?" we have to remember where our attention is focused, whose lives are controlled and monitored more readily by the government. if it is true that low-class are people are the ones committing the femicides in chile, what are rich people doing?

here is another one of those posters from int'l women's day just hanging around valparaíso...

Huevónantica

Bringing the Bromance to South America in a big way! Chile has a word for dude and it has so many wonderful uses. It's becoming a great base word for fun word-play, which is something I miss(having the ability) in Spanish. The word is Huevón(alt spelling guevón) and is pronounced (way-ohn). Pancho is a great guy that we've met here and has become a fast friend. He runs a long-term stay hostel called Nativo Homestay and took us with him this weekend to the south of Chile to visit a small town called Coñaripe. It reminded Cait and I of both our home towns as well as some of the small towns up in Northern NY.

Market Based Chilean Recycling

Over the years, politicians in the US have been reluctant to institute new taxes on drink containers for the purpose of encouraging their recycling. Now this is a fine argument but it isn't solving the problem. Sometimes markets need help being created...and that job can only be done by government. There are numerous examples of this working well for business, re-refined motor oil being one of the best. Here in Chile, there are three main ways that materials get recycled:

1) Return of beer bottles in exchange for a new one full of new beer at reduced cost
2) The return of empty soda bottles for the same reason
3) My favorite....the most market based solution possible

This guy is one of many Chileans who you may find rifling through your garbage in the evening. He's not looking for your credit card number... he's looking for your valuable cardboard and other treasures. I love that there is a market for the materials that is strong enough to encourage this behavior. My question though is...why is there so much trash everywhere? Why aren't there opportunities for ME to recycle? How is this related to whether government plays a role? I love seeing these guys and they really work their asses off hauling their catch all over the city. And yes, he is pulling his cart uphill in the left lane...slower traffic to the right!

Food I've Been Making

While there are legitimate "bones" to pick with the food here in Santiago, the fresh produce, amazing bread and good meat mean that, if you cook it yourself... it's going to be hard to go wrong. Now there are some flavors and spices to be missed for sure, but with a little imagination...dinner at the house can be really, very good. Here are some of my favorites so far.

That picture on the left is a good example of the weird way food is packaged here. That's cream cheese that you squeeze out of a pate tube rather than scraping it out of a tub.

Political Correctness

I feel like there is a fine line that runs in between the political correctness that promotes cultural exclusivity and the mind numbing flavor that serves to get in the way of informed debate and discussion. Finding a way to respect cultural differences and the fact that some language can be damaging to the way that minority populations get ahead...well it seems like the worst job in the world sometimes. Here in Chile; the combination of a language with fewer words and a culture that came of age in geographic isolation makes for an environment where there isn't much pussyfooting around the truth. Cait and I have come across this in the way people talk with each other..."this is my black friend" or "my fat friend". There just aren't delicate words and so people just say it the way they see it. The other thing that is different is the acceptance of the human body. Sometimes I wonder if the lingual limitations actually lead to an acceptance of what we are, rather than a sensitivity about what we should be. This frankness has even showed itself in job interviews that I've had. In one particularly memorable one, Caitlin and I were interviewing together for some teaching work on the side. The man hiring us is a career educator and in the discussion about what types of classes we might each excel in, he laid out on the table in very plain language what he thought about our strengths, weaknesses, and styles. He garnered this all from our conversations and presented it without any varnish at all. He was spot on and there was a lot of 'holy shit he just nailed me/you/us" looks being exchanged back and forth. At the end of the day though, it's more refreshing than not and it makes you wonder what would be the better system?