Apparently a famed English pirate holed up here and stayed on, hence the name. It is north of the most photographed beach in all the Chile posters so we are anxious to see what it’s like.
We are up with the roosters and dogs (again) and off on the very boring road north. We hit sea fog on the coast,
It’s a good toll road and costs us about $22 in fees. Towns en route are mining dumps and some gas stations charge you 300 to pee! I consider the charge optional and pee anyway. I don’t have any toilet change anyway.
Its a dry dusty drive, gas stations about 110k apart, but punctuated by the very green fertile valley, where produce stalls line the road.
Our hotel is right on the long sandy beach, in front of the rocks where divers harvest the valuable seaweed used in cosmetics. Also ostiones vivo - the small scallops you eat off the shell Iike oysters. We are getting used to some of these delectable shellfish here. You take your own wine along, Ted likes that even better.
Our room is up 3 flights of stairs then down one, so we need help with our bags. We have reduced luggage to 2 large bags, one small and don’t want to leave it in the car in public that night.
The season has virtually ended so there are few people around, few restaurants still open and town beaches re deserted, except for gulls.
But our hotel has a nice restaurant, albeit softly out in the open so chilly now, and we eat well there both nights. The breakfast room is warm and cosy, with the most amazing array of art - including plates with ceramic fish and food on the, such fun. Nowhere are they for sale...too bad. We don’t get a sea view room, too late for that, and we don’t find the heat the first night so I shower to warm up before bed. We sleep with the waves crashing and realize we left one of the windows open, hence the cold.
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