Escape from La Casa Roja

Finally, we left our home of two weeks, riding on the Pachamana bus heading south. We rounded the first corner and I realised my wallet and passport were still on the coffee table in the foyer of the hostel- the bus turns around to retrieve them, and a check of my backpack reveals that they had snuck in there without me knowing. Onward!

First stop, a Real Chilean Town....

Concerned Chilean perro with clay pigs

The little tour bus pulled into town and our guide, Niko, assured us that this is a real, authentic Chillean country town. I'm sure he was struggling to keep a straight face as those words left his mouth. As we walked down the main street we saw where the locals bought their ceramic souvenirs and marveled at the rate at which children in this town go through clay piggy banks (the manufacture of which has made this town authentically famous). We checked out the town's authentic fake church, a lunch of traditional empanadas was served in a local restaurant, then we journeyed back into the landscape, leaving authentic Chile behind....

Church....

Front view....

Rear view.