Posted on November 6, 2011 by Charles

Spring Moon of the Southern Cross

Valparaiso, Chile

Kate went out today on a Chilean Spirit: Wine and Horses excursion and I stayed behind.

The city of Valparaiso, like Coquimbo, rises from the ocean on a rocky peninsula. Different from Coquimbo, Valparaiso has two levels, a commercial, educational and institutional level near the port with some residential and a second, higher level filled with neighborhoods and little else.

Since the division between the two is quite steep, there are several ascensors located along the hill, funiculars that take regular traffic up and down in gaily colored cars. The fare saja, rising, is 300 pesons and 300 pesos for basada. 300 pesos is the equivalent of .60. At the top of the funicular I rode is the Naval Historical Museum and a lovely overlook with two cupolas with benches, a long promenade and several handicraft stall selling better than usual quality work.

I bought a nice wood engraving of the funicular for $16.

While walking a twenty minute stroll from the embarkation center for cruises, I had several interesting experiences.

The first was Mercado Central, open and buzzing on a Sunday, filled with fruit and vegetables for the most part, but there were also stalls selling wheels of cheese, pickled vegetables and pickled onions. Many men worked here essentially as beasts of burden carrying large sacks of onions, lugs of banana’s, boxes of artichokes.

My destination, Plaza Sotomayor, lay a good way away, so I walked along a boulevarded street with statuary and palm trees in the large planted area in the middle. Though nothing was open and traffic was light I did begin to notice graffiti that interested me.

Whipping out my spanish-english dictionary, I soon became fascinated by: Without profit, without capital. Organize. Revolution to the middle. Communista=fascista. This is a university city, so much of the material seemed to come from students, but nonetheless it spoke to a vital underground political community.

It made me wonder what it would be like to be a radical in one of these countries, say Peru or Chile. The pull would be incredible because the gap between rich and poor is so vast and the government so often heavy handed and greedy. On the other hand radicals here often pay the price. There were several spray painted pictures of individuals with asesenio on top: murderer or assassin. Politics would not be for the faint hearted, especially politics outside the normal order.