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Published: July 25th 2006
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Spelunk
Cave near Valle de la Luna In true reflection of the elevated level of communication at my (now former) university, I found out on Tuesday afternoon that the coming week the classes that I teach would be cancelled because of midterms. Then after moving to Copiapo, the university there went on
paro (students dont go to class) for a week, and then plunged into full-on
toma (students take over the school, wedge desks into the gates to prohibit anyone from entering, and drink/smoke/par-tay all night long until their demands are met... "demands" in this case covered necessities from toilet paper for all to bigger library to less-ugly curtains in the classroom). So I have had a v. long vacation, beginning May 16th and continuing on until the second week of August....
And about that move ..... a lot has gone on in the last couple months or so, and as some people know Im not even in Antofagasta anymore, but Copiapo (still in the Atacama Desert, not to worry). Im going to defer to private correspondence to address most of that saga due to my foot-in-mouth problem, and even more my overwhelming, unrational fear that something I write will be anonymously submitted to every grad school
Focus, Jacq-
jacqueline takes a break from her position as rear lamp holder to lick the wall of the salt cave... 3 seconds later I bang my head on the ceiling due to lack of sufficient lighting I apply to, and that one day Ill find myself writhing in angst on my deathbed, lamenting the day I decided to start that cursed blog. So, here and soon to follow are a bunch of pictures of places Ive been and things Ive been doing since early May, sans drama.
For the second long weekend in June my sister and I went up to San Pedro de Atacama to explore a little more of the Atacama Desert, and I went on my first, second, and third organized tour in Chile. They were each experiences unto themselves, especially the third bus ride- a guy we met from Holland hypothesized that the driver had a magic button that he pushed to make dirt come spewing in from the sides of the van and choke us all, which happened often. We also had a bumper that broke and a passenger that sustained a double-concussion (two independent events), but none of this riled the driver up nearly as much as when I spilled the equivalent of 2 tbsp of coffee on the floor of his crusty van. Aside from all that, what happened outside the bus was much more exciting than what
happened inside it- see pics!!
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Glad to follow your travels again! I love to read your experiences. Keep it up.