Outside of Glenorchy (which is outside of Queenstown, which is outside of…well, nothing, really), there is a town called Paradise. Town is stretching it. Queenstown is a town. Glenorchy is a general store and a cluster of buildings. Paradise is a sign. Continue reading
We spent last night in Siete Tazas, a park about three hours south of Santiago. It’s named after a series of seven waterfalls that look like teacups (tazas in Spanish). It took us awhile to find our campground. To be fair, it takes us a while to find anything. Without a map, GPS or cellphone we exist in a general state of winging-it. We probably take three wrong turns for every right one. Continue reading