Tag Archive: Chile


I got all excited

Indeed, I was all a dither.

No, no, not with the football, that was to come later.

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It’s not a myth, my sink does have a bottom

I actually got so carried away that I did the dishes.

Yes, I found the bottom of the kitchen sink… it’s still there.

Such a rare and momentous occasion, I took a photo, because I know by comments, that some may actually doubt that the bottom of my kitchen sink is ever visible.

Anticipating the cup already

Anticipating the cup already

Later, I got all excited again. This time it was the football. Brazil vs Chile. I wore my new investment.

We had a good crowd at the botequim. I wasn’t the only one dressed in his Brazilian finery. We had our funny hats too.

Esstential tools for football watching

Essential tools for football watching

Following the win, I broke out my bottle of Johnny Walker reserved for such occasions.

 

We settled down for the two hour wait for the next game Colombia vs Uruguay, Colombia sent Uruguay packing 2-0.

So Brazil plays Colombia in the quarter finals.

Much merriment, as can be seen in the following video clip.

So, I got all excited twice yesterday.

Now, I’m off to watch the rest of Holland vs Mexico…

Later.

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unBANG!

If ‘bang’ implies an explosion, then what implies the opposite, an implosion?

unBang, deBang, or have I disBanged?

At least I have found my question mark again.

Yes, a big heavy one of these, remember them?

Yes, a big heavy one of these, remember them?

When I left you yesterday morning, I was  waiting for techy-type to deliver my standby, but you know these techy-types, then you have to extrapolate that by adding in the Brazilian factor. The fact that he is only just around the corner, 150 yards, is inversely proportional and therefore exacerbates the problem.

In fact, he turned up about a half hour later, which was pretty much unexpected.

I procrastinated for the rest of the day, because to change over the monitor, I had to shut down the system blind. Yes, I hit the reset button, with all trepidation, because that’s what caused the trouble in the first place.

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From the pan to the fire

The big question, was I jumping from the pan into the fire?

Of course, the old monitor had an old plug. Brazil has changed plug systems and my PC was of the newer plug type. Did I have a converter plug? I dived into my junk drawer, geez they are wonderful places, and surafced with a converter.

Untangling and unplugging, I replugged and retangled. First I hit the monitor button… lights!

Then I hit the PC button, camera, action!

But everything is so skinny, I’ll have to tamper with the resolution to normalise things.

So, I have disBanged.

No football yesterday, but there is today.

I’m not going to mention he whose name is associated with teeth. If you really want the latest piccy, try Bullshit Corner.

Brazil vs Chile… Chile has never beaten Brazil in this situation, so hopefully history repeats.

I have invested in a new T-shirt at the enormous cost of R$15, to encourage our team.

One of these little greeblies

One of these little greeblies

With no football yesterday, the highlight of the day was changing a carrapeta (tap washer) in the bathroom.

I do lead such an exciting life. I could have doubled the excitement and done the dishes, but I resisted the temptation.

I can’t wait to see what other forms of excitement I can come up with before the football.

Well, it didn’t take long to find something… while making coffee there was that unmistaken malodorous whiff in the air, yes, Clorinha had pooped under the sink again. It’s the first time this week; I though she was over it.

First coffee down, going for a second.

Then it’s off to pick up my T-shirt and return to blog along.

Later.

 

 

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Walt Disney knew something

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Now I know why it’s called PMS.

I must admit that when I was married, I never noticed; I just thought she was always like that and that was the way of things.

But one thing I did learn… when to duck and how fast.

You never know what to expect from this blog. I love to keep my readers guessing.

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WARNING! Stumbling block

My attempts to go viral failed miserably. Although I did break my record, twice.

Belated Likes on a couple of past posts took them over my stumbling block of 15; I got 16 on both.

So, I have a new target.

I have just watched Italy sent packing by Uruguay. A sad game where one of the Uruguayan players bit an Italian on the shoulder and the referee refused to pursue the matter.

 

The standard of refereeing generally has been appalling, many of them need to be recycled, preferably as PET bottles.

Yesterday’s win by Brazil against Cameroon 4-1 despite the dirty play by Cameroons repeatedly marking Neymar. He showed them by scoring two goals of the four.

Brazil’s next game is against Chile on Saturday, at least that doesn’t interfere with classes.

It’s back to work today, after a week off because of the Cup. Then tomorrow off to recover from the shock.

I didn't get a squiggly one, they always make me feel as if I have been screwed

I didn’t get a squiggly one

Finally, after four days of darkness in the kitchen, I borrowed the ladder from the botequim and changed the light bulb. These things take time. It’s not procrastination nor laziness, but one has to seriously consider all the ramifications.

I got a straight one, the squiggly ones always make me feel as if I have been screwed and I don’t need a constant reminder in the ceiling.

Pondering! Why do they make light fittings so high? Not everyone has a step-ladder, but everyone has a chair, so why can’t they be just stand-on-a-chair high?

I learned the other day that the Centenary Light Bulb has burned out. That’s like 106 years. It can be done, our stupid planned obsolescence laws won’t allow it.

I read yesterday that the Sudanese woman sentenced to death for apostasy was released. Then I read this morning that her husband and her kids and her have been arrested as they tried to board a plane to America. Her husband is an American. WTF is going on? Why can’t these overzealous idiots leave them in peace to get on with their lives.

La tienda, a neighbourhood shop

La tienda, a neighbourhood shop

Have you ever heard of Cerro Rico? It’s in Bolivia overlooking the city of Potosí. I have been there and been down in the mines many times when I was a tour guide. I posted an article by The Guardian on Tomus today, The Mountain that Eats Men.

Potosí lives for the silver, it’s a strange town where you can buy sticks of dynamite and fuse at the local tienda along with your soda and candies. In fact the kids can buy it for their older brothers or fathers.

The silver mined from Cerro Rico by the Spanish, if melted could have built a bridge all the way to Spain.

I love Potosí, at 4,000 metres above sea level, it’s really cold at night. It’s a sleepy picturesque town.

Later.

 

 

Blogging my Brains Out

oh-crap-it-s-monday-tomorrowIt’s sort of like ‘working my arse off’ but that implies physical labour which I try to steer clear of.

I have napped, and now having denapped (disnapped, unnapped, ignapped…? Have to work on that), I am here with you.

Not exactly feeling a ‘box of fluffy ducks’ more like a ‘bag of arseholes’, actually I feel as though I have been on the bottle, but I haven’t. My eyes are all bleary and I have a dull toothache which paracetamol is not doing much for.

I’m trying coffee. Brazilian coffee is stronger than paracetamol.

I got an invite from another teacher to test my IQ on a site called IQ Elite, I thought okay, that could be fun. So I answered their questions and the they delivered the final coup-de-grâce; I had to give Google and Facebook permission to use the personal information I supplied as they saw fit. The bloody wankers! I’d give Google and Facebook NOTHING of the sort! I closed the page hoping it wasn’t too late.

The last few days it has rained a little, especially at night, but today it has rained all day. Pleasant temperatures, nice and cool. Still T-shirt temps, actually sitting here, I haven’t even got one on, shorts. The rain is expected to continue tomorrow; I’m not complaining, my plants look wonderful.

Another photo that I have recovered. The quality is once again terrible, I’ve tried to tweak it but it doesn’t want to be tweaked. Taken in Chile at the Chuquicamata copper mine near Calama in the north in 1996, it shows the size of the trucks used to transport the ore from the pit bottom.

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Those trucks are powered by a V-12 motor, and that is just to drive the generator that supplies the power to each of the  wheels that have electric motors. The mine itself is the biggest hole that man has dug in the Earth.

I must toddle off, the football is on. Unfortunately the Flamengo game I want to see is only on Sky at the botequim, so I will catch the second half.

After the football, there is nothing on TV. Sunday is definitely the worst day for public TV here in Brazil. From 6pm to 9, there is the incredibly boring Faustão variety show, three hours of unadulterated crap. Honestly, it’s more fun watching paint dry.

Later.

 

Sozzled

sozzled…again!

The Silly Season is over. I have five days to prepare for the first classes… I can do it!

I am tottering around the house having had only one coffee, I don’t really feel like doing anything.

Yesterday belonged to the wine.

LambruscoBiancaapaltagua-gran-verano-carmenere-rosadoLambrusco Bianca, a frizzante (slightly fizzy) from Italy and some Chilean Apaltagua rosado carmenere; ideal for quaffing.

Both good wines. Went well with BBQed pork and rump steak and my famous ‘what’s-in-the-fridge’ salad.

This time it was chopped gherkins, olives, capers, crystalised fruit, cheese cubes and someMaille à l’ ancienne mustard with a little olive oil to moisten.

You can make wonderful salads this way, just whatever is on hand, chop, mix and stir.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and remained so until bedtime, although I was able to get a couple more blog posts in.

Now I have to face the dishes. The sink is full, they are on the stove, the side board. In fact, I can’t turn around in the kitchen without dishes.

I’ll have a nap, they’ll be there when I wake.

Later.

Farting with Confidence

Darvaza-Turkmenistan The Doorway to Hell

Darvaza-Turkmenistan The Doorway to Hell

Yes, it’s a wonderful feeling.

Two days of suffering the torments of a serious belly ache. There were times I thought that I was on the brink of the Doorway to Hell.

It does exist, you know, talk about ‘a burning ring of fire’ as Johnny Cash put it.

Today is another holiday in Brazil. Zumbi dos Palmares (1655 – November 20, 1695) was the last of the leaders of the Quilombo dos Palmares, a fugitive settlement in the present-day state of Alagoas” – Wikipedia

Last Saturday I was having a beer in the shade in the park in front of the botequim, it was a hot, hot day. We were joined by the local guy who pedals fresh bread rolls around on his bicycle each morning. The conversation became interesting as the guy realised I was a foreigner. We’d never really spoken before apart from the odd time I buy bread rolls, or we pass in the street.

Flat-EarthersThis guy, late fifties of European descent, had absolutely no concept of the world, he didn’t even seem to realise that the world was round and had another hemisphere. His idea of the world was Brazil, Portugal and the heathen Americans fighting in a desert. Strangely enough he also knew that Finland existed, and kept confusing my NZ for Finland. He had no idea that the Pacific Ocean existed, nor of Australia, although he had heard of Africa.

That wasn’t the end of the confusion. He was a Catholic, whereas I am an Atheist, he couldn’t grasp the idea that someone had different beliefs, that was just totally beyond him.

I have met some poorly educated people many times in the past, but never one with such a narrow view of life. It would have been almost pathetic, if he was a decent sort.

Then he left with no idea that he should contribute to the beer he had shared with us, which was considerable.

Zê and I just looked at each other and let him pedal off.

It’s 1am, I have just watched Brazil trounce Chile 2-1 in a good fast clean football game played in Toronto; which was certainly better than last week’s game against Honduras, which as a very dirty game. If Honduras had spent more time playing and less time using dirty tactics maybe they wouldn’t have lost 5-0.

KochApp1Tomorrow tonight, New Zealand plays Mexico… gulp! This game will decide NZ’s fate for the World Cup.

Rather amusing, I saw that there is an app barcode reader that tells you if a product is produced by any of the Koch Brothers industries… I couldn’t believe it; but apparently, if you want to boycott Koch industries it could come in handy.

I got a Happy Blog Anniversary from WordPress…

anniversary-2xMy account is five years old, although I have only been seriously blogging here for two.

I have tentatively had some nibbly things during the evening and it doesn’t seem to have unbalanced my bowels, maybe I can try eating normally today.

It’s now bedtime, if anything noteworthy happens during the day, I’ll do an update.

I’ll leave you with this piece of nostalgia…

Later.

Sunday Travel Tales

Chuquicamata

The biggest hole man has dug in the planet.

Chuquicamata

Calama, 215kms east of Antofagasta on the coast

Northern Chile, not far from Calama  is the biggest hole man has dug in the planet.

Chuquicamata is a copper mine.

This truck has a V12 motor, just to drive the generator. Each wheel has its own electric motor. Photo Credit: Phillie Casablanca

Each truck takes 12 hours to descend into the pit and come up again. Looking into the maw from above, you can understand why.

A depth of 850 metres (2,700ft +/-)

These boulders of ore on the edge of the pit for tourists, with one of the trucks in the background for them to explore.

Molten ore is poured into the moulds

Apart from the copper mine, Calama is the route to San Pedro de Atacama and the driest desert in the world. From there you can travel on to San Salvador de Jujuy in Argentina; or visit the Laguna Colorada and go on to the Salar de Uyuni and Bolivia.

San Pedro de Atacama

NB: None of these photos are mine, all have been lost or such bad quality through deterioration that it be an insult to post them. Credits for images given where known.

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