Off to Curacaví With Andrés

Originally posted to El Cantar de la Lluvia on Monday, August 21, 2006

A few days ago, Andrés asked if I'd like to see how his new house was coming along, in Curacaví. María del Carmen, his wife, and the rest of her family, would go by car and meet us there, since her parents were having a house built on the same piece of land.

Before they arrived, we took the road that leads to Colliguay for a few km.



Blossoming trees and tunas (prickly pears for those that must use the akward, fumbling english name).



After a few nice routes here and there, we heard they'd arrived, so we turned back, to say hello.

Hot, hot, hot. Andrés spoke to the man in charge of the construction, while I wandered around, sometimes in the sun, sometimes in the shade.

I wondered if the digger used an ignition key, and if it had an alarm. I was surprised that the hydraulic pistons didn't have any oil leaks, considering that they were exposed to dirt and grit constantly, unlike motorbike shock absorbers, that need to be protected from crud.



And off we went for another ride.



In the middle of the pic, his in-law's house, and off to the right, by the T junction, is where his house would be built.



His 125 Jiahshe behaved well. He kept going on about how he wanted to change chinese the tyres, but they were frankly brand spanking new, and had better grip on the dirt than mine.

Hot.





A man and hist bike.



Blossoms!

Up and up we went.

On one of the hilltops, we found a large pile of construction material, old and weathered. Clearly this had been someone's bad idea. "But honey, the view is wonderful!".

After exploring another valley, we rode home.