Chapter 3 <Five Days in Chile︱Chile Travel>

After I got out of Chilean customs, I couldn't find the counter of the passenger service center. After waiting for a while, I saw that one of the customs officials was not busy, so I asked him where the information counter was. Don't ask me, I'm not. A cold answer didn't frighten me, so I asked cheekily: "Can you tell me where I am?" Outside! He didn't say whether it was left or right outside, but I thanked him and came out. Many taxis were soliciting business. They took out the addresses of several hostels in the reference book and asked the drivers. One of them said impatiently: You go to the tourist service center!We are not tour guides.

I thanked again and ran to the visitor center. At that time, the sun was already in the west, and the lady at the counter was seated in the west, with a listless expression. Could you please show me the list of hotels? A sheet was pressed under her arm, and a few lines were moved slightly, all of which cost more than a hundred dollars a day. Are there any cheaper ones? The arm moved down again, revealing a row of more than sixty dollars. I can pay up to forty dollars a day.I said. She gave me a special look, threw the paper over, and still didn't say a word. Where can I exchange money?I will ask again.

closed! Is there a bus into the city? How can I sit without changing money?she says. can you Can't. I didn't finish the question at all, so she said no, don't bother yourself anymore, thank you and leave. Here, in Santiago, the capital of Chile, I dare not reach out to ask for change like I did at the airport in Costa Rica, because I feel different and know that I will get nothing. We arrived at the stop in Peru at four o'clock in the middle of the night. We had no local money or a hotel, but the bus driver was enthusiastic about his service and kept us transferred to a safe place before we left. I am grateful for that kind of care in retrospect. .

Because the journey has been dragged on for several months, my physical strength is gradually exhausted. Every time I fly, I must feel dizzy and vomit. I am very tired after getting off the plane, and I really want to lie down and rest quickly. It is also possible to take a taxi without a bus. I picked a hotel at 38 dollars, which was the cheapest. After getting in the car, he didn't get angry with the driver, he preemptively struck. There are more and more of your compatriots in Chile. Yeah?I don't know! They're all cheapskates, and they don't take anything away. The Chinese are a hardworking and peaceful nation, and we do not disturb society.I said slowly, I couldn't have a good impression of the driver in my heart.

I want money, what's the use of earning so much, I don't know how to enjoy life! That's just your opinion!I didn't want to say anything more, and I planned in my mind to give this prejudiced person more credit when I got to the hotel, lest he scold the Chinese again. The hotel was located in a dead-end street with no access, and the car couldn't get in. I got out of the car to see if there was any vacant room. In order to run faster, I handed over a leather bag with all the travelers' checks, US dollars, passport and air tickets in my hand. Misha. Take it!I'll get off first.After I finished speaking, I left.

After running for a few steps, I turned around and realized that Misha had also got out of the car and followed me, her hands were completely empty. You and I were taken aback, and our eyes immediately turned to the car. The car didn't stop, but was slowly running away. Because that street is a one-way street, the cars couldn't get on the line for a while, and half of the car had already driven out. I didn't have time to shout, so I turned around and chased after him. The driver looked back at me and was still about to rush out. I patted him on the shoulder. what you do?My face was probably pale as well.

His expression was extremely cold, and he stopped when he saw that he couldn't run away. Let's get off here!Please open the luggage compartment. Misha also followed at this time, and the two took down the luggage, while the driver watched coldly. Your car fare is thirteen dollars. There are sixteen dollars in total. Please count.My voice is also stiff. Who said it was twenty-five yuan.He actually has the face to add. Get in the car and say yes.I said. Who told you good?Twenty-five dollars! I took a look at this man, and I was ruthless. I picked up my things and walked to the hotel without paying a single penny.

He followed him all the way to the hotel, but I ignored him, asked for a room, and only said to the counter: Please pay the official price to the driver for me first, and I will come down later to exchange money with you. The driver didn't dare to stop me, he just murmured curses. When I first arrived in Chile, the scare was my own carelessness, but the grievance was suffered at the airport. It was already night after I put away my luggage, I exchanged some money with the hotel, and took Misha to the street to find something to eat. I squeezed into a table in a restaurant in the city center where the business was not good. When we finished eating, a pair of parents with three children stood by our table and waited.

Seeing that others were waiting hard, I picked up the bill that was already on the table and stood up to give someone else my seat. At this time, the lady collecting the bill came over from nowhere and shouted loudly: Why don't you sit and pay the bill?If every customer is like you, let's not open a store! Your little account has been left on the table!I speak slowly. The man was still furious, glared at me, and took the money away with a swipe, without a smile on his face. Chileans are weird.Misha said. It's a coincidence, you can't say that.I walked out of the restaurant bored, feeling a little uncomfortable in my heart.

The city center of San Diego is full of luxuriously decorated shops, vehicles are not allowed to enter, and there are many benches in the business district, full of people. After finally finding a bench with only one lady sitting alone, I apologized to her and sat down beside her. If it were in another country, the person sitting in the middle would definitely move away a little, so that Misha and I could sit down, maybe we could have a conversation, but this lady just wouldn't let me. Don't sit down, are you still sitting on both sides of her as bodyguards?I said to Misha. After walking around for a long time, the metropolis is full of traffic, everyone is in a hurry, well-dressed, and their relative expressions are also indifferent.

Seeing the picture of Easter Island in a travel agency, I couldn't help but go in and ask about the travel expenses. Although this island is the territory of Chile, it is in the Pacific Ocean about 8,000 kilometers back and forth. The lady at the travel agency didn't say how much it was at all, and she looked unhappy with the person. She simply said: It's very expensive. How expensive is it?I asked. Are you going?She glanced at me. But how expensive is it?I asked again. These tourists have nothing to do, so they come to ask specifically, and most of them can't afford to go.The young lady told her colleagues with a half-smile and didn't look at me. I was really wronged, and I didn't say anything bad, I pushed open the glass door and walked out. Three hours before setting foot on the land of Chile, probably all the unpleasant people have been touched. When I got back to the hotel, I met the cleaning lady. When I greeted her, I said: People in Chile are so indifferent. I have to leave when my clothes are dry. We are not welcome here. It is better to leave! When I arrived at the hotel, my jeans were soaked in water, and my shirt was washed and hung in the bathroom. Don't say that!Don't get discouraged right away!The woman spoke hastily. Are you Chilean?I laughed. One hundred percent!Don't go fast, you can eat some fruit at the hotel tomorrow! The clothes are dry or you have to leave immediately.I said stubbornly. The woman didn't say anything, turned around and went to her work room to get a plate of juicy peaches and a large bunch of grapes, and put them in my hands: I'll just eat them for you first! I couldn't help laughing at this. Santiago is the fourth largest city in South America, covering an area of ​​100 square kilometers, with a population of nearly 4 million. How could it be misunderstood because of a few unsmooth contacts! That night I missed Peru and Bolivia terribly. The people there were as close as brothers and sisters, and I was not unhappy living there for more than a month. A place without Indians is different. Although Chile was included in the territory of the Inca Empire in the north, but today it is invisible to the Indians in the city. As a result of immigrants from Spain, France, Germany and the United Kingdom, this long and narrow country has become a Almost white man's land.The capital of Santiago is even more Europeanized. Although this country of more than 756,000 square kilometers is indeed not small, its residents only have 11 million people. This rainbow-like land spanning between the Andes Mountains and the Pacific Ocean has a total length of 4,200 kilometers, and its widest point is only 180 kilometers. San Diego is a city built in 1541. The old city is magnificent, the new city is modern, and the perfect urban planning makes its parks, avenues, squares and trees neat and orderly. Not only is the transportation on the ground convenient, but also The underground car is also not available in major cities in South America. Being in such a big city, the life index will of course increase, but the direction and purpose of observation are different from those in the Andes, so you can benefit from it. The men and women here can be said to be the most well-dressed in South America. The very young children also wear suits and ties. Girls don’t wear flat shoes, high-heeled sandals, and a beautiful dress on top.The ethnic flavor is not strong, and the urban atmosphere is really like being in Europe, and it seems that it no longer has a Latin flavor. I have tasted Chilean wines when I was in Colombia. Their peaches are the best in the world. The market is plentiful and there are no poor people on the streets. They are beggars. Among the few street musicians playing music and begging for money, I saw two wearing full suits, wearing Japanese watches, and even begging for life on the side of the road with electronic pianos. In fact, those who bring music to the streets are not complete beggars. Their sacrifices have delighted the urban crowd, and they deserve what they get. Every restaurant is much more expensive than other countries in terms of travel experience, but the business is so good that people don't know what the economic recession in their newspapers is talking about. Talking about these ideas with a young man while sitting in the square, he totally disagreed with me. The Chile you see is appearance! I have only been here for three days, and I can only see your market and people, even if it is superficial, you have to show it, not to mention the folk customs of other countries, the economic downturn, and the imbalance between rich and poor, even tourists can't hide it.I said. There is no political freedom.He said. I happened to buy the newspaper of the day. I dug out a paragraph, pointed at the headline and asked this person with a smile: You clearly pointed out your president’s political murder, but you couldn’t produce evidence. This newspaper will still be published tomorrow. free? Speaking of politics, a topic that is not even dared to touch in Bolivia, is very vigorous. That young man with a college degree works in a bank, and he almost died of anger when he heard me explain freedom in this way. In Chile, from 1964 to 1970, a leftist President Frey was in power. After 1970, President Ayede took the socialist route. In those years, the incompatibility between political technology and the real society made life difficult for the Chilean people. In 1973, General Binocho took over Chile and established a military government that has remained until now. Elections were not allowed in this country until 1988. This is a relatively special national condition in Chile, and it is an unavoidable topic when talking with its people, especially young intellectuals. I really wanted to go to Easter Island, but the travel fare was too expensive, so I kept hesitating. It was only when I arrived in Chile that I realized that my blood pressure was too low, which is why I suffered from severe motion sickness, airsickness, and even dizziness when going up and down in the elevator. The people at the pharmacy were very nice. They measured blood pressure for free, prescribed medicine, and rolled my eyelids, saying that I might be anemic. They also gave me vitamins with iron, and I took everything, but the dizzy feeling refused to go away, and my gums It started to become inflamed with pus. Misha was most afraid that I would have minor problems along the way. If Easter Island persisted, Misha’s psychological pressure would be increased first. In addition, the travel expenses of the two of them should be considered, so he gave up this trip that was not in the original plan. stand. There is a famous thing in Chile's Natural History Museum, which is a frozen Indian child in the Andes Mountains, which is about 40 kilometers away from Santiago.Found on Bromo's Peak. It is said that the child gave his life in a sacrifice to the gods. Because the body was buried in snowdrifts for many years, it was still intact when it was found hundreds of years later.I took the bus to the museum, only saw the photos, but not the children. What about frozen kids?I asked the people in the hall. In repair. Where can I fix it?I've come a long way and would love to see him. It's freezing at the same temperature!It will be released for exhibition at the end of April, but I can’t see it now. Sometimes, I feel that I am really bothering people. Every time I enter a museum, I don’t want to go. There are so many problems. I didn't dare to hate Chileans anymore, so I walked around the museum and came out.People here are like doctors, unwilling to talk too much. Chile's museums are not as good as those of Mexico, Costa Rica, Peru, or Bolivia. They have not cared for this cultural heritage. To be fair, San Diego is really a beautiful and cared for city. The Mapoqiu River runs through the whole city from east to west, and the riverside boulevard is covered with green grass. People in the city walk along the river, and the pressure of the big city can be stretched in the same city. Except for the city center, its residential areas are full of old deciduous trees. In the middle of the night, I ran across the bridge with Misha and walked in its empty alleys. The street lamps of the city illuminate the silent empty city, summer is almost over, and the night in San Diego is cool in autumn. I have been dizzy and my mouth is inflamed, and my blood pressure has not risen after taking the medicine twice. I know this is the accumulation of intense traveling in Peru and Bolivia. I dare not go far in Chile. I plan to go to Argentina in a week. up. Chile also came with an introduction card, so of course I dare not use it. In the evening of the last two days, when I was walking on the street, someone behind me kept chasing and shouting in Chinese: Sanmao, Sanmao! I turned around and saw a young Chinese man wearing glasses standing there very politely. It turned out to be a good boy from Taiwan, who is doing business here. During the conversation, this young man repeatedly invited me and Misha to dinner at home. I insisted on refusing, thinking that I had already received too much kindness. Everywhere I went, as long as I met Chinese compatriots, I must have been treated very well. Love is not over, if you accumulate it in your heart, you will be guilty. My father wants to see you very much. It's not important to eat, it's important for everyone to talk, okay?The compatriot said again. Hearing that he proposed father, I was in a dilemma. After all, the elders are still the most important in China. He wanted to see me, so how could he refuse? My name is Wang Kainan, and this is my film.He handed it over and said, "My sister's name is Wang Kaizhu." It's time for me to shout, isn't Kaizhu my girlfriend in Madrid? It turned out that my girlfriend's brother, father, and sister-in-law were all in Chile, so I didn't refuse the meal. Come in an hour.I said.Don't dare to go to dinner rashly to scare people, it's better to ask Kai Nan to go back first. Can you find it? Easy to find with the address!See you later!I said. You see, if there are compatriots, there is food to eat. Is it good to be Chinese?I smiled and said to Misha. Misha likes to eat Chinese food the most. I have no grievances about the food, but he often wants to eat Chinese restaurants. Generally, South American food is not to his liking. Of course, the girlfriend's father had to address him as Uncle Wang, and when he got in the car, he called Uncle Wang very happy, even though he looked too young. Kainan's wife Yanlian is an overseas Chinese in Korea. On that day, she ate many delicious dishes, but the Korean kimchi she made was the most favorite. When I met my compatriots in a foreign country, I drank a lot of wine and talked until late at night. Has director Lin Hengneng been there?Uncle Wang asked. Mr. Lin is the representative of our country in the Chilean Trade Center. I put a business card in my luggage, but he is such a busy person that I dare not disturb him. Of course, I have no face to bother him. dare not go.I said. I will contact you tomorrow.Uncle Wang said. Is there any rush to take care of you as soon as you make contact? I am already heavily in debt, and all the way is the love of my compatriots. They give generously, so how can I receive grace for nothing? The next day, we walked to Uncle Wang's store to pick up the United Newspaper. Unexpectedly, we had lunch again, but Uncle Wang said that we had been invited to dinner by Mr. Zeng Maochuan, a representative of the Information Bureau. I heard that Uncle Shen Jiaming, the chairman of my country's Olympic Games, is also in Chile, and I will see him at noon. I saw that I was wearing a pair of overalls and blue cloth trousers, so I had to rush back to the hotel to change. Uncle Shen has worked so hard for sports all his life, and I would respect him for changing to a long cloth skirt.As he said that, he ran to the hostel, and Misha followed suit. It was already noon, and I ran back sweating profusely, changed clothes and called a taxi, got off and went to Uncle Wang's place, Misha suddenly said embarrassingly, the small bag of checks and cash that was temporarily handed over to him was completely Forgot it on the table in his room at the hotel. Uncle Wang was nervous when he heard this, and drove into the city center again to squeeze, and when he got the small bag out, it was getting late. Mr. Zeng picked us up at the entrance of the residential area. A comfortable house, a capable wife, a roomful of guests, and a large table of dishes were waiting for us. There, I not only met Uncle Shen, but also Director Lin and his wife, Mr. Li Hanjing, Mr. Wei and his beautiful wife. What was even more surprising was that Director Wang Yunchang, who had just parted from Peru, and my Spanish senior, met again in Chile. He, shouting with joy, really missed the group of friends over there, and rushed to say hello. During the meal, I kept saying to myself, let go of all those burdens.If my compatriots are willing to take care of me, why don't I just accept it calmly from now on, and I want to be pampered, so why bother with myself? I have said it many times, but it still has no effect, and it always makes me feel ashamed to trouble others. Uncle Wang did not rest on the weekend, and accompanied us to the home of Director Lin. There, Mrs. Lin, as Mr. Huang Guimei's classmates in the Cultural University called us, gave us the warmest and most cordial welcome and reception. The three children of the Lin family grew up abroad, and they rushed to read the United Daily News when it came. Chinese has never been neglected. In the evening, Mr. Li Hanjing, our country’s military representatives, invited Uncle Shen Jiaming, Mr. Wang Yunchang, and many other guests from Chile to a banquet at home. Misha and I were also invited to attend. When everyone is doing their best for the country, I am a useless traveler who is caught in the middle of it. All Chinese wives are capable. There were so many guests that night, and the dishes were not finished. It was all the credit of the housewives behind the scenes. Seeing the representatives of our country, each of them is doing their best for their own people's diplomacy, I am deeply moved. I thought that one day's harassment was already saturated, and I wished I could disappear quickly so as to save others from the trouble.I myself was crushed to death by the feeling of guilt. On the second day, Mr. Zeng Maochuan's family, as well as Uncle Wang, Misha and I, drove a long-distance car to the beach again. This is all a chaos that was yelled out by Wang Kainan on the road, Sanmao is always to blame! When I came back from the seaside, Chen Jiming and his wife, my juniors here at Cultural University, had asked Mr. Huang Guimei to make an appointment the day before, asking me to go out for dinner.Cultural students have this kind of unity and friendship, which is too polite. Coming downstairs from the hotel, my reader friend, another young couple found out about the hotel and wanted to meet! I'm too busy to talk. I'll visit your store tomorrow morning before the flight.I said in a hurry. The readers who had just arrived at the hotel after leaving them felt sorry, so they took their business cards and parted ways, and of course they would go the next day. That night, Director Lin, Mr. Huang, Mr. Zeng, Chen Jiming, Liao Yuse and I got together once again, and we didn't go back until late at night. In the last two days in Chile, the warmth of compatriots came. Before boarding the plane, Uncle Qian Weiguo, the owner of the Chinese restaurant that Mr. and Mrs. Zeng accompanied to dinner, refused to accept the money. Uncle Qian’s farm in Lishan was often visited by Tianwen and Tianxin. Later, it was said that Uncle Qian’s family went abroad to Bolivia. Mr. Zeng accidentally mentioned that there is a Chinese restaurant that serves good northern pasta. I guessed that it was Mr. Zhu Xining's friend who wanted to meet and ask, but I guessed right. Mr. Zeng is an ideal young man who can talk very well, and Mrs. Zeng has a personality similar to mine. They sincerely accompany me, and I can only thank them for accepting them. The time was very tight, and Mr. Zeng and Mr. Zeng were still desperately planning how to promote our country in the car. At that time, Teacher Huang Guimei also got in the car and drove all the way to the airport. There was no way to prevent her from seeing her off. I can only thank you. Seeing that I am laboring again and again, I hate my troubles deeply. This emotional debt cannot be forgotten with a wave of your hand.