The 18th was kind of a bust. That's not an insult to Chile or San Pedro de Atacama, the town of 2500. The group was just not up for partying Chilean style (going to the bars at 11pm, going to the clubs at 1am, and going to the after party at 4am or 5am) after getting up at 3:30 that morning.
Since we didn't go out the night before, we were well rested when we awoke at 7:30 on Saturday, ready for our tour of las lagunas, an Andean village, and a desert oasis. Our Chilean tour guide, however, did party and he was definitely a little hungover, but still in good spirits.
The tours were good. There was a group of eight volunteers from Inglés Abre Puertas that was on the tour with us in addition to a family of three which ditched us after an hour to go with another group because us youngins were too loud. One of the volunteers in that group was actually the princess of Transylvania, or so she said.
We arrived back in San Pedro that night, but since it was the day after independence day, a lot of restaurants and stores were still closed. We found a good place to have our last supper.
It ended up being a quiet day, but it was a great way to end the vacation.
Day 10: Saturday, September 19th at 7:30am until Saturday, September 19th at 11:30pm)
The next day was our trip home. We got up, gathered our belongings and left the hostel. Our hosts were nice enough to drive us to the bus station.
There was a lot of traveling that day with luggage and a backpack.
1. Drive to bus station in San Pedro
2. Bus from San Pedro to Calama
3. Cab from Calama bus station to Calama airport
4. Plane from Calama to Copiapo airport for quick stop
5. Same plane from Copiapo to Santiago airport
6. Shuttle bus from Santiago airport to Pajaritos metro station on the red line
7. Metro from Pajaritos to Tobalaba
8. Switch from red line to blue line at Tobalaba
9. Tobalaba to Crístobal Colón on the blue line
10. Walk from Colón to my house
I arrived home to a new city. Santiago had several terribly wet and rainy days leading up to our vacation, but when we came back, the city had begun it's spring and it had transformed, almost unrecognizably so. It was funny because as I was walking from the metro to my house, I was noticing how everything looked different and unfamiliar. The trees and bushes were blooming and my neighbors had completely redone the front of their house. When I arrived at my house, I punched in the code in the keypad to unlock the gate and a new dog poked his head out. I thought for sure I was in the wrong place, but sure enough, I was home. It turns out that while I was away, my dog got herself a boyfriend and the two of them are living here now.
Day 11: Return Home (Sunday, Spetember 20th at 7:30am to Sunday, September 20th at 11:30pm)
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