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Chile: The Journey We Had Not Planned
智利——一場意料之外的旅程
After conquering Machu Picchu（馬丘比丘）, my wife and I continued southward to Santiago（聖地牙哥）, the capital of Chile（智利）. At first, Santiago was meant to be only a place of transit—a brief pause while we waited for a flight to Easter Island / Rapa Nui（復活島／拉帕努伊島）.
Rapa Nui had long fascinated us. Far out in the Pacific Ocean stood the mysterious Moai statues（摩艾石像）, their enormous stone faces silently watching over an island almost cut off from the rest of the world. Having reached Machu Picchu, we thought it would be wonderful to continue to another of humanity’s great mysteries.
But hesitation has its price.
Each time I checked the airfare, the price had climbed a little higher. We waited, compared, and considered; by the time we were ready to make the reservation, the fare had risen beyond what we felt was reasonable. At last, looking at the ever-increasing numbers on the screen, we lost our courage and reluctantly abandoned the plan.
Rapa Nui remained somewhere beyond the horizon.
Yet travel often closes one door only to open another. Since we could not fly farther into the Pacific, we decided to stop regretting what we had missed and discover the Chile already surrounding us.
Thus began a journey we had never planned.
Santiago: A City Beneath the Andes
聖地牙哥——安第斯山下的都城
Santiago（聖地牙哥） lies in a broad valley embraced by the snow-covered Andes Mountains（安第斯山脈）. It is Chile’s political, economic and cultural heart—a city where glass skyscrapers rise beside old churches, colonial squares and tree-lined streets.
We walked through Plaza de Armas（阿馬斯廣場）, the historical heart of the city, where the Metropolitan Cathedral（聖地牙哥大教堂） stood solemnly above the crowds. At La Moneda Palace（拉莫內達宮／總統府）, history seemed to linger behind its dignified stone walls. Chile’s modern political struggles, dreams and wounds had all passed through this building.
We also wandered through Santa Lucía Hill（聖露西亞山）, with its stone steps, fountains and terraces, and visited the lively neighbourhoods of Lastarria（拉斯塔里亞區） and Bellavista（貝亞維斯塔區）. Their cafés, street murals, small galleries and evening music revealed another side of Santiago—less formal, more artistic and bohemian.
From Cerro San Cristóbal（聖克里斯托瓦爾山）, reached by funicular or cable car, the entire capital unfolded beneath us. On a clear day, the Andes rise behind the city like an immense white wall, making even the tallest buildings appear temporary and small. The hill remains one of Santiago’s finest places for panoramic views.
We also enjoyed the quiet pleasure of using the city’s Metro（地下鐵）—clean, convenient and easy to understand. After the complicated mountain roads and highland journeys of Peru and Bolivia, moving freely through Santiago felt almost luxurious.
A Seafood Feast at Every Meal
每一餐都是海鮮盛宴
But what delighted us most in Santiago was not a palace, museum or monument. It was the seafood.
At the time, seafood seemed unbelievably inexpensive. Chile possesses an extraordinarily long Pacific coastline, and its markets overflowed with fish, shellfish, crabs, mussels and sea urchins. At the famous Mercado Central（中央市場）, the displays themselves looked like a banquet prepared by the ocean.
We tasted congrio（康吉鰻／海鰻）, centolla（帝王蟹）, locos（智利鮑魚）, machas（智利蛤蜊）, mussels and fish soups fragrant with herbs and white wine. One of the characteristic dishes was machas a la parmesana（焗烤起司蛤蜊）—shellfish baked with Parmesan cheese until the surface became golden and fragrant.
The servings were astonishingly generous. My wife and I would order what appeared to be a normal meal, only to find the table covered with plates large enough for an entire family. We ate until we could eat no more, packed the unfinished seafood, and carried it back to our lodging.
The next meal began with the remains of the previous one—yet somehow we still went out and ordered more.
It became one of the happiest and funniest memories of Santiago: we had failed to reach Easter Island, but every day the Pacific Ocean seemed to send an edible consolation to our table.
There were other pleasures as well: tasting a glass of Chilean wine（智利葡萄酒）, sipping a pisco sour（皮斯可酸酒）, watching musicians perform in Bellavista, and sitting in a pavement café as evening settled over the city. The nearby Maipo Valley（邁波谷） is especially renowned for Cabernet Sauvignon（卡本內蘇維翁） and is easily reached from the capital.
Slowly, Santiago ceased to be merely the airport from which we had failed to depart. It became a destination in its own right.
Valparaíso: A City Painted on the Hills
瓦爾帕萊索——畫在山坡上的城市
From Santiago, we travelled to Valparaíso（瓦爾帕萊索）, Chile’s historic port on the Pacific.
Valparaíso does not present itself neatly. It climbs chaotically over dozens of steep hills, its houses painted blue, yellow, orange, pink and green. Narrow stairways disappear between buildings; old funiculars（登山纜車） creak slowly up the slopes; walls and alleyways are covered with bold street art（街頭藝術）.
We wandered through Cerro Alegre（歡樂山丘） and Cerro Concepción（康塞普西翁山丘）, looking down upon the harbour, where ships rested beneath a sky filled with sea mist. Laundry fluttered from balconies, cats slept on windowsills, and murals turned ordinary walls into open-air galleries.
The Chilean poet Pablo Neruda（巴勃羅・聶魯達） loved Valparaíso. From his house, La Sebastiana（塞巴斯蒂安娜故居）, he could look across the crowded hills toward the restless Pacific. It was easy to understand why a poet would love such a city: Valparaíso was untidy, colourful, melancholic and alive—a poem written not with words but with stairways, rusted roofs and salt-laden wind.
We had gone there expecting another sightseeing stop. Instead, we found a city that seemed to have painted its own dreams upon the hills.
Across the Desert with a Private Driver
雇車深入阿塔卡馬沙漠
Our journey then carried us north to the legendary Atacama Desert（阿塔卡馬沙漠）, one of the driest places on Earth.
The desert lies far from Santiago. Travellers normally fly north to Calama（卡拉馬） and continue by road to the oasis town of San Pedro de Atacama（聖佩德羅－德阿塔卡馬）. From there, we hired a private driver（私人司機） to take us deeper into the desert.
That decision gave us a precious freedom. We were no longer bound by a tour bus timetable. When the landscape suddenly opened before us, we could stop; when the light fell beautifully across a volcano or salt field, we could wait; when silence became more meaningful than movement, we could simply stand and listen.
The driver took us across a world that scarcely resembled Earth.
At Valle de la Luna（月亮谷）, wind and time had carved the salt, clay and stone into strange ridges and hollows. The ground appeared pale and lifeless, like the surface of the moon. When evening approached, the rocks changed from gold to copper, then from crimson to violet. Finally, the sun disappeared behind the mountains, leaving the desert in a silence so complete that we could almost hear our own breathing.
We saw immense salt flats（鹽湖／鹽沼）, highland lagoons reflecting snow-covered volcanoes, and flocks of pink flamingos（紅鶴） standing in shallow mineral water. Against the white salt and blue sky, their delicate colour seemed almost unreal.
At the Altiplanic Lagoons（高原湖泊）, the air was thin and cold. The water held the mountains upside down, so perfectly reflected that it was difficult to tell where the earth ended and the sky began.
If our route reached the El Tatio Geysers（塔蒂奧間歇泉）, it would have required setting out before dawn. In the icy morning, columns of steam rise from the high plateau as the first sunlight touches the Andes. The earth appears to breathe—hot vapour emerging from beneath a frozen landscape. These geysers, together with the Moon Valley, salt lagoons and flamingo reserves, are among the region’s characteristic natural wonders.
But perhaps the greatest wonder came after sunset.
Without city lights, the sky over Atacama revealed an unimaginable number of stars. The Milky Way（銀河） stretched across the darkness like a pale river, and unfamiliar southern constellations shone above us. In that immense silence, my wife and I stood beneath the clearest heavens we had ever seen.
Rapa Nui had promised us giant stone figures looking toward the stars. Atacama gave us the stars themselves.
Las Condes and Cerro El Plomo
拉斯孔德斯與普洛莫山
Back in Santiago, we spent time in Las Condes（拉斯孔德斯區）, the modern face of the capital. Here, broad avenues, offices, restaurants and glass towers formed a sharp contrast with the historic centre.
Yet beyond those modern buildings rose the enduring Andes. On a clear day, one can see Cerro El Plomo（普洛莫山）, a great Andean peak reaching approximately 5,400 metres. Long before the arrival of the Spanish, the mountain held sacred meaning for the Inca people（印加人）. High upon its slopes, archaeologists discovered evidence of an Inca ceremonial offering.
Whether seen from afar or approached along the mountain roads, El Plomo seemed to remind Santiago that, despite its skyscrapers and traffic, the city still lived under the guardianship of ancient mountains.
Puerto Montt: Where the Land Becomes Water
蒙特港——陸地化為湖海之處
Finally, we travelled south to Puerto Montt（蒙特港）, and Chile changed once again.
The dry ochre landscapes of Atacama disappeared. In their place came rain, green forests, cold blue water and distant snow-covered volcanoes. Puerto Montt stands at the gateway to Chile’s Lake District（湖區） and the northern reaches of Patagonia（巴塔哥尼亞）.
At Angelmó（安赫爾莫漁港與市場）, fishing boats returned with the morning catch. Stalls displayed salmon, shellfish, sea urchins and great bundles of mussels. The air smelled of salt, smoke and seafood stew. Here we could taste curanto（庫蘭托）, a southern Chilean feast traditionally prepared with shellfish, meat, potatoes and local potato dumplings.
Across the water lay islands and wooded shores; beyond them rose the graceful, snow-capped cone of Osorno Volcano（奧索爾諾火山）. Puerto Montt felt like the edge of another world—a place where roads began to surrender to ferries, where solid land broke into channels, islands and fjords.
The Island We Missed, the Country We Found
錯過一座島，卻遇見整個智利
We never reached Easter Island（復活島）.
For a while, that felt like the failure of our Chilean journey. Yet as the days passed, regret slowly gave way to gratitude. Had the airfare not risen so sharply, we might have flown directly to Rapa Nui and treated Santiago merely as a waiting room.
Instead, we tasted seafood until even the next day’s table was still full. We climbed the colourful hills of Valparaíso, crossed the silent Atacama with a private driver, watched flamingos beneath volcanoes, stood under a river of stars, gazed toward Cerro El Plomo, and followed Chile southward until the continent began to dissolve into the waters around Puerto Montt.
Travel does not always give us the journey we request.
Sometimes it quietly takes away one destination, then places an entire country in our hands.
