One of
the issues with traveling in a strange city is finding the
"right" things to see and do. Normally, one would purchase
a guide book to get hints. For me, I used ChatGPT
to give me suggestions. In this case, it was the "usual"
set of things to do and see. This list was somewhat light
given that Santiago is a city of more than 6 million, but we
were undaunted and headed out exploring.
The photos below are what we saw.
Kathleen
got us very nice rooms with a balcony at the W Hotel that were
on the 11th floor. Above is the view from our room.
The tall building is called the Gran Torre Costanera
or Gran Torre Santiago and with 62 stories it is
the tallest building in South America.
The W is
in the newer part of Santiago and there were many high-end
apartment buildings in the area.
There
were a number of unique-looking buildings in the area.
The W
sits atop a 9 level parking structure, the entrance to which is
at the far right of the photo above. There were many more
nice condos behind the hotel.
Chat, as
well as our guide book, told us to visit the Pre-Colombian Art
Museum in old town. Our path took us over the river that
runs through the center of Santiago and past an ad-hoc street
market. At first look, it appeared to be a homeless
encampment but closer inspection revealed that the sheets on the
sidewalk were the wares being sold. It was hard to
distinguish where the wares stopped and the trash started or,
perhaps the wares are or once were trash. Later in the day
we passed quite a few homeless folks camped out on the sidewalks
by the river.
Our Uber
dropped us off at Plaza de Armas across from
Santiago's main cathedral. The cathedral was closed due to
some event, so I have no idea of what the inside looks like.
Facing
the plaza was the central post office.
We went
into the Chilean History Museum, which was free, but none of the
exhibits were photo worthy. We then headed to the nearby
Pre-Colombian museum and passed the Chilean Supreme Court on the
way.
This
monument was to Manuel Montt and Antonio Varas, important
luminaries in Chile's early years, also the namesakes of Puerto
Montt and Puerto Veras in Patagonia.
Across
the street is the Chilean equivalent of our Capital
building. The pre-colombian art exhibits were interesting,
but the lighting in the exhibit areas was very dim (and flashes
prohibited) to protect the colors and tints of the artifacts.
When we
reached "museum maximum", we headed to the funicular to get a
ride up the hill to the teleferico (cable car) that took us the
length of Santiago's main city park and green space.
There
were tons of folks waiting for the trip up. The elevation
gain was substantial and I would not want to be forced to hike
it, particularly since it was about 32 degrees C.
This is
mid-ascent when the funicular cars pass one another.
Due to
its population and relatively loose vehicle emissions standards,
it is hazy most days. The distant hills were lost in the
smog.
The smog
seemed to pile up against the front range of the Andes, similar
to the pollution situation in Denver.
Metro
Santiago is over 6 million which is about the same size as the
main L.A. basin (excluding the San Fernando and San Gabriel
valleys).
Santiago
is lots of folks and a very large area. A local electrical
substation is visible in the bottom center of the photo above.
The
front range of the Andes is visible through the haze.
From
the funicular we hiked to the loading area for the cable car.
Kathleen was having fun despite the heat. We were both
pretty tired from hiking around so we found a cab to take us
to our hotel and became victims of an interesting scam.
The cab driver had a big stack of counterfeit Chilean
bills. He told me I could not pay with my credit card,
so I gave him a 20,000 peso note (about $20). He took
the note but rejected it as being torn (it had come directly
from a teller machine). He returned the torn bill to me
after having substituted the fake for the good bill. I
had not inspected the bill prior to giving it to him, so it
could have been torn. But no matter, I
gave him another good bill and we went on our way, now with a
fake bill. Kathleen attempted to exchange the bill at
the hotel and they told her it was counterfeit. A good
counterfeit, but counterfeit nonetheless. Lesson - ask
before you get into a cab to pay with a card or call Uber
which uses a card by default.
We
went back to the hotel and sat in the bar and slugged down
cocktails and then dinner. Next day, we decided to hang
around the area rather than attempt to see local sights.
We hiked to a local restaurant for Chinese food. It was
interesting, but nothing like what we get in California.
One thing we have noticed is that the Chileans like their food
bland. You will have a salt shaker at your table, but
not pepper. Salsa or anything chili-based is nowhere to
be seen. The menu listed the Kung Pao shrimp as "spicy"
but it was far from what we were used to.
We
finished lunch and stopped in the Ritz for drinks. The
Ritz has a nice, cozy, old-school bar.
The
Ritz was on a large boulevard that had plenty of noisy
traffic. The Santiago Metro was underneath the street
unbeknownst to us.
We
went back to the W and then later went out for dinner at a
nearby restaurant. After dinner, we returned to our room
in time for a sunset shot. We were a few minutes late.
We
went to the roof-top bar on the 21st floor for a long-exposure
night shot of Santiago. The shot above was taken with my
Sony A1, Voightlander 35mm manual lens, f/5.6, 5 seconds at
ISO 400. Tomorrow, we would visit the tall structure in
the photo above: the Gran Torre Santiago.
Land-line
wiring always presents challenges. But, here in the new
area of Santiago (read "high rent district") the wiring was
orderly. Dense, but orderly. That is a lot
of copper hanging up there but if you look closely you will
see the steel support cables that provide the mechanical
strength for this setup.
This
was our last day in Chile and we wanted to do something nice
and if possible, unique. But, we had plenty of
challenges. First, it was New Year's Eve. Second,
it was hot - 32 degrees C, sunny and clear. Finally,
checkout time at the hotel was noon and our flight was not
until 0100. We entertained the fantasy of finding a
really nice restaurant for dinner and heading straight to the
airport, but discovered that unlike the U.S., most things are
closed on New Year's Eve. I was accepting the likely
fact that we would be having a sandwich at the airport when
she discovered that a very nice place was open until 2PM and
then closing for the balance of the day. We booked a 1PM
seating, got an air conditioned Uber and headed out. The
place was called Calma and it exceeded every
hope we had. Excellent food, awesome (although pricey)
wine and great ambiance. Above is a Chilean Sea Bass
fillet (here they just call it "sea bass") and fideo noodles
cooked in squid ink with a spiced mayonnaise dressing.
The food was outstanding.
For
dessert, they had a fresh baked cheese cake that was perhaps
the best we've every had. And trust me, if you saw my
waistline, you would know that I "know cheesecake".
We got
another air conditioned Uber to take us to the Gran
Torre Santiago (previously known as Gran
Torre del Costanera). The tower is the
tallest structure in South America and has a multi-level
observation deck at the top. There was a fee, of course,
but it was modest. The impressive thing, however, was
the six-story mall at the base of the building. It was
packed with shoppers looking for items ranging from jewelry to
clothes to electronics. It took us awhile to determine
that the lift to the top was on the -1 level, but once we
solved that puzzle it was a short ride to the top. The
mirador had thick glass windows and no open areas to get an
unobstructed photo of the city, but the glass was pretty
clean. The shot above is looking to the east-northeast
and has a view of our hotel, the W, in the foreground.
The W is the building with the cantilevered helicopter
pad. These buildings are in the high-rent district and
the streets are wide, green and clean. This was a
welcome contrast to barrio viejo (old town) in the center of
Santiago. Also, look closely on the skyline of the
distant peaks and you will see snow, hidden by the smog.
The Andes are tall mountains (the tallest peak is Aconcagua at
22,841 feet about 100 miles northeast of Santiago) and the
upper peaks retain snow all year around.
Looking
to the east, the size and proximity of the mountains become
obvious. The large, green boulevard visible in the
foreground is a linear park that follows a substantial stream
that flows year-around from the canyons of the western Andes.
Looking
to the southwest (the sun-side), the nose prints on the glass
became apparent. Another large river flows through the
city and is surrounded by a linear park. As you can see
in the photo above, Santiago is a big, big city with plenty of
tall buildings.
The
highest portion of the observation deck was open to the
elements and the superstructure of the tower was
visible. Lots of steel. Notice the pivot joints on
the beams - this handles the stresses that will happen when
the building is deformed due to wind pressure or a seismic
event.
Due to
the high volume of people around the Torre, we
elected to walk back to the hotel on foot. This was a
suspect choice due to the heat and the full bottle of wine we
had at lunch, but we prevailed. We spent several hours
hydrating in the bar and then decided that since nearly
everything was closing down, to get an early ride to the
Santiago airport. We holed-up in the business class
lounge until midnight and then boarded the 11 hour flight back
to the U.S. which arrived at dawn in L.A. LAX lived up
to its reputation: long, slow lines at customs, broken
equipment, confusing signage, huge crowds, etc. We
waited in one line for about 30 minutes only to be told that
the baggage transfer mechanism was broken and we would have to
haul our stuff to another terminal via a sidewalk outside the
building. This, of course, meant another painful trip
through the TSA security screening. Then, we had to wait
another 5 hours for our flight to be called. The only
good news in this cluster fuck that is called "air
travel in America" is that we had access to the
business class lounge for the 5 hour layover. When our
flight to San Diego was finally called, we headed to the gate
and we were presented with the scene above: a seething mass of
humanity attempting to get from point A to point B on New
Year's Day but thwarted by a combination of inefficiency and
traffic volume. Amazingly, and to their credit, our
luggage made it through unscathed and showed up on the baggage
belt when we deplaned in San Diego. One more short taxi
ride and we were home.
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