While walking over from the hostel to the bus terminal
The twenty five hour bus ride from Santiago – Calama – San Pedro de Atacama finally ended.
The journey was spilt between 23.5 and 1.5 hours.
I had the first seat in front of the glass on the second floor of the bus from Santiago to Calama which made sure that I didn’t miss nothing. Though, I slept through out. I remember waking up once in the night and finding ourselves driving next to the ocean under a star studded sky embezzled with a big moon. It was like a painting.
I have an option to chose between life or family.
What would you recommend?
Twenty nine. Single. Indian. Middle class family. Conservative parents. Small town. Youngest daughter.
Clearly, none of these things go well together.
I chose to pick up my bags and came off to South America about six months ago.
At the same time, my family decided to go crazy on me.
So, I dress up in my white formal dress. Put on red lipstick, kajal, my hair, wear my Gshock, check my wallet, phone, google maps – the most important thing in my life, and leave for the interview. While walking I wondered, well people do stare in Santiago as well. I am used to it now. As I said before, I was a rockstar in the island. I thought the staring will stop in the island as I was the only Indian (visible) there but here in Santiago there are so many Indians. The staring here does not always makes me feel bad as it is not a gross kind of staring generally. It is not the same kind of staring that I felt back in India.
So, as always, I was making some last minute travel plans. I looked at the map of South America and marked the rough route for the next 10 weeks.
It goes through San Pedro de Atacama to Peru then crossing into Ecuador and from Ecuador to Columbia, then flying into Bolivia and finally to Torres Del Paine, Chile.
It is the first post but it was due for so long. I will be an Indian all my life but I have always been fighting a lot of things that I don’t agree with. This blog will be dedicated to customs, culture, believes, that we all have but neither can we leave them nor can we accept.
I have been in Chile for the past five months. Chile, the country of volcanos, sea, Andes, tsunami, earthquakes, wine, and obviously, it is Latin American.
Yes, I love it. I love the rhythm, the language – Spanish, the people, the questions that I have to answer when they see my face and ask me things about India and being a Hindu, the tattoos, the bold colours, the tattered jeans, the not so white but not brown people, the warmth, the casualness, the bread, the wine, Oh!, I love all of it. I don’t know how I fell in love with this place.