San Jose de Maipo
Today I went on a trip that Jose had planned for me. I’m not sure whether he’s trying to be helpful or just testing my endurance ;-) I caught a train, then had to change to another train, then find where the bus went from to visit a winery and then back to the train terminus to catch a “local” bus which eventually deposited me in San Jose de Maipo; no I’d never heard of it before either.
Jose and Luis have just arrived home, so I’ll leave the rest of this till next time.
I have a 7 am flight to Calama in the morning and will then go on to San Pedro. Don’t expect that I’ll see wifi for a long time.
Well I’m now in San Pedro de Atacama and there is wifi in the reception and dining areas!! But back to Wednesday 15.
I caught the packed train to Puente Alto but couldn’t see the station that I was going to on the map inside the train. I started to get worried so decided to get off and change to another line because it looked more promising. Later I find out that the ticket clerk must have sent me to the wrong platform. The good news was that Puento Alto was at the end of the line and I couldn’t repeat my error of Vina del Mar. After the usual wrong choices I caught the bus to the winery called Concha y Toro. The confusion came from the fact that there’s a place called Concha y Toro, as well as the winery. As we sailed past the winery I saw the name and jumped up and at the same time the driver realized that he’d forgotten to drop me off, so fortunately he stopped immediately and I got off.
The tour was interesting and I came away with a souvenir glass; now there’s a challenge to get it back to Oz intact.
I was interested to hear the guide talk about Casillero de Diablo, the Devil’s Cellar and wonder whether Devil’s Lair winery in W.A had taken poetic licence with the name.
A lovely lady helped me on the busride back to Puento Alto when I had difficulty understanding why it was more expensive to go back to Puento Alto, than the outward trip had been. I enlisted this lady’s help to find where the local bus went to San Jose de Maipo. It took a little time as the bus stop was in a side street, and of course the lady didn’t speak English, but soon after we got to the stop, the bus arrived and we were off. I was sitting about 2/3rds of the way down the bus and there was a guy at the back playing a guitar and singing in Spanish. He was very good and accepted donations when he was getting off the bus. I was sorry to see him go.
I checked that the last stop was San Jose, got off at the terminus and then had to walk back a few blocks to the restaurant recommended by Jose.
There I had my first pisco sours; an alcoholic drink popular in South America. There is a town in Peru called Pisco, but I don’t know if the drink is named after it. I ate a large meat empanada (like a pastie but meat and hardboiled egg are added). The return trip was uneventful.
I’m so glad that I speak a little Spanish as it is making the trip a little easier, although there is always a trap when asking a question as the other person rattles off an answer and I have little idea what they are saying.









