Road Construction Stop
Waiting for the blasting to
end.
Finally we reached
pavement and the jarring stopped about 30 miles outside Calama. I made the comment as we rode into Calama,
that it could be any town in west Texas.
Windy, dusty but good gas stations, a mall, numerous stores and all the
roads were paved. There were lots of
nice hotels as well.
But we were in for a
shock, unlike many west Texas towns, Calama is EXPENSIVE! The first hotel we stopped at wanted $220 US
a night for a room with two beds. After
searching for 2 plus hours we eventually settled on a Hostel (which was more
like a hotel) for $187 US, ouch!
During the ride to
Calama, my speedometer went out, which is not too bad. But also so did my cruise. We were getting ready to do a long stretch of
highway, so I ended up tearing out my electrical for the cruise/speedometer to
find that a wire had vibrated to the point of breaking. After a quick strip and fix, it was working
again.
That night Chuck and I
walked the streets of Calama and found another marching band playing for a
dance troop that seemed to be dancing as a benefit, although we could not
figure out what for. It was colorful and
I found myself tapping my toe and smiling while the young, middle age and old
men and women danced in the plaza.
Dinner was pretty basic
although Chuck did seem to have a problem with his order of papa fritas (French
fries). It took almost a full hour to
get them, even though he asked about their status several times. Some fairly gruff looking biker types came in
and because they ordered papa fritas; as well, he eventually got his fries. J
La Serena
The next day, we were up
early and rode through the Atacama desert.
It was about 500 miles, and was I glad to have my cruise control
working. There was nothing but rocks,
road, sand and wind. Not even a lot of
traffic. We eventually made La Serena
and again this turned out to be very nice, mostly touristy. The hostel that Chuck found was very nice and
if we weren’t in such a hurry to get to Santiago to get the bikes serviced, it
may have been a great place to spend a little time.
We asked for a
recommendation for dinner and the proprietor in broken English said three
blocks up and to the left, I forget the name.
We followed directions and … nothing!
So I asked. The soldier in
Spanish sorta indicated we had missed it back a block, so we went back, not
just one but two. Then I asked a guy
with a guitar who looked like he just got through playing somewhere. He said, in broken English, oh, you missed
it, go back a block. So we did ... again
… nothing, nada, zip!
Eventually we found a
café on the side of the road, had dinner and a beer; while watching everyone
leave the walking mall.
We were up early again
the next morning and off to Santiago.
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