I went for a walk on the beach beside the construction site of a new condo.  They were pumping out the marsh (on which they’re building an enormous complex, on sand, in an earthquake zone, next to a beach known for its tsunamis) and the water was this evil orange color.  A stray dog thought I was the best thing ever and played around me.

At sunset, Playa Grande, Tongoy sees a near continuous chain of pelicans heading home to roost.  Presumably the reverse happens at sunrise, but I don’t get up that early.

Last weekend, there was a street fiesta in Guayacan

Over Lago Villarica, from Pucon, Chile

Montegrande, Elqui Valley, Chile

I managed to almost completely avoid the Dieciocho this year, until Sunday night when I got dragged to the Pampilla

Oh the dust, the crowd, the smell of burning meat, the drab winter clothing, the murky lighting, the losing your friends, the dodgy fairground attractions, the tat, the rubbish, the noise, the distorted public announcements, the pum pum pum of what might be music, the standing around, the morose crowds, the drift from one dusty patch to another.

At last, the fireworks!