by Vicki and Greg Lansen on Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:06 am
Hola Fellow AllChileans. It's wonderful to be back in my beautiful, strange Futaland. The trip home was shorter than the trip leaving in August, but long nonetheless. Going found us leaving Futa on a bus to the border and up to Esquel, Argentina. No buses out to Bariloche and over the pass to the Andes back into Chile because the pass was snowed shut. Two days later, the pass was declared open and we hopped a bus to Bariloche (five hours), transferred onto a Salon Cama and began the slow crawl back to the border with a destination of Valdivia (8 hours). Snow was banked up to 10 feet in some places, the immigration and aduanas buildings were completely buried! It was beautiful, but I tried not to think about the icy twisty road. First time in Valdivia, and it was incredible. We spent the night at an overpriced hotel, then the next day hanging out at the fish market watching the sea lions, and wandering around the shops and having incredible seafood. Due to a miscalculation in military time (I should have known better) we missed our late night Salon Cama and had to forfiet our tickets, and jump on a Clasico for an eternally painful 12-hour trip to Santiago. We arrived in Santiago with a day and a half until our flight. To be honest, I was so exhausted I can't remember where we stayed or what we did. From the time we left our place in Futa, until our plane hit the runway in Atlanta GA, it was one week.
The trip home was in reverse, with out a snow delay. However the bus from Osorno over into Argentina and to Bariloche broke down in the pass and we had a four-hour break. Fortunately it was sunny and beautiful. Spent the time with some natives checking out roadside herbs and plants (mint, bay, nettles, and some other thing I didn't recognize). Arrive late in Bariloche and stepped off the bus with way too much luggage on my shoulders, which added to the impact on my ankle as I found myself sprawled on the ground wailing like a little girl. A trip to the dungeon-like hospital the next day revealed it wasn't broken, just badly sprained. The rest of the trip home was grueling for Greg who had to shoulder all the bags, make my beer runs, arrange getting bus tickets, taxi's and hotels. He's a peach, he gets a big gold star!
Home now, I was surprised to see the swirling ash coming into town from the border. I guess the foot and a half of snow when we left disguised the fact that even with all the clean-up efforts, the ash will be with us for a long time. Ran into some tour folks who come for season every year and they've decided to forego season this year because of the ash.
Futa was busy while we were gone, I see several new buildings going up, and more ash collected out of yards and streets in town. Azul, the area where we live received very little ash fall and the rains and snow seems to have mixed it in with the soil and off the trees. Still beautifulsnow on the ring of mountains around Futa, and the Futa and Azul rivers are almost normal looking. All the plum, cherry, and apple trees are flowered. It's lovely to be home. A couple of days now for shedding the constricting fifty pounds of stress we've carried around for the past month, and we are ready to resume our el campo adventure.
We had several friends back in the US ask how they would get to where we live, because they were stunned at how beautiful it is here. Once we gave them the rundown, most often we'd get, "Okay, nevermind!" With 30 aviation deaths in small plane crashes in the past six months, I'll take the old busing it trek anyday.
Now:
Find fuel for the truck
Find an electrician to hook us to the grid
Find someone to make furniture
Air out all the smokey stinking quilts
Plant food and flowers
Happy, Happy, Happy! My soul is singing.
Vicki