How do you take your Choripan?

Bird chasing in the Costanera

They painted the other side!

Lunch - destroyed

So don't hurt yourself...

Rainy Day Cure

Too Cheap for Laundry Service

Crust Buckets

Stacks

Last of our cash went towards the bar tab.

Carnival Footie

End of the Road

Night Was A Blur, part II

Night Was A Blur, part I

It is impossible to slip into the water here. The sea belches onto the beach with fury. It´s a dive in, despite the cold, or you´re swept off your feet. The shock lasts only until you surface. The sun burns away the chill in an instant.

Friday

And I do too!

Street Light

Illuminates with style

Dinner

The language leaves you at the slightest hint of chaos. "Have you any dinner?" becomes more of a goal than a question when you can feel the bass from the jukebox in your stomach and the bartender's response is drowned out by your neighbors clinking beer bottles and off-key signing. A bite to eat turns into a multi course meal with a few hand gestures and a head nod. With full bellies and greasy faces, we stumble home to new beds, certain that it's somehow possible for tomorrow to be even better than today.

Tight Security

Out of Commission

Beach Scene

It is uncanny how quickly sheer terror can turn to utter bliss upon the realization that the dark, torpedo-shaped mass closing in on your naughty bits is not of the man-eating variety but simply a curious penguin coming in for a closer look. No telling how common this is as the locals seemed just as jazzed as we were.

It's here.

Storm is on its way.

The heat here has a weight to it. Evenings it settles onto your chest, insistently. "I will be here all night." It says. "This is how you must learn to sleep." Mornings I wake up tangled in damp sheets. Wet seaweed wrapped up 'round my legs.

Calm Before the Storm

It's coming...

Anticipation

Strange...I expected the fear to have descended by now. At the very least that ball of nerves should be well-settled in my gut. All clenched up like a fist and providing that gnawing reminder that, in fact, I don't have the foggiest idea of what I'm doing. Instead, I feel as though I'm running full-tilt towards the edge of a cliff, armed with the knowledge that a well-timed flick of the ankles will send me soaring towards the heavens.