Skiing in Valle Nevado

Snowboarding in Valle Nevado

Snowboarding in Valle Nevado

It was quite a restless night. After arriving here yesterday, we had been up late, not yet having adjusted to the shift in timezones. By the time we did finally fall asleep, we had two separate instances of strangers bounding into our hostel room looking for someone else. It’s a wonder we didn’t sleep right through the alarm and the wake-up call which would’ve followed had we. Finally up and about, our weariness at the minimal sleep of the night before drifted away quickly, replaced by the excitement of the day’s events that would be upon us shortly. We were on our way to Valle Nevado, about a 60 minute drive from Santiago, stopping along the way to pick up some rental equipment. Skis and winter type gear we’d need for the outing.

Valle Nevado Hotel

Valle Nevado Hotel

I hadn’t skied in at least a couple years, maybe longer, but shortly after we arrived I felt great, and was fearlessly speeding down the runs. Alice on the other hand hadn’t skied in nearly 20 years, and it didn’t come back quite so quickly for her naturally. She was also a little spooked by the ski lift,not having ridden one in a long time. She was frantic that I stay near to her at all times when getting on and off. It was kind of cute. The second time we got off though, she came at we a little over-exuberantly, expecting me to corral her and slow her down. Sure enough we both went down in a heap. I was going to rub some snow in her hair for that one, but decided against it. In one final brilliant act, we attempted a more difficult hill later in the day, with a rather steep slope in one section. She was so scared as she came up to it and fairly high speed that she slammed on the brakes immediately, did a sort of spinning pirouette and collapsed in a heap. Even after she got up she wouldn’t attempt it at a standstill, instead shimmying down it sideways.

In Valle Nevado

In Valle Nevado

It was a great day all told, with the sun shining, and just the right amount of people on the slopes to make it interesting and eventful without being overcrowded. That night we hit the hip part of town for dinner, which consisted of a bunch of dingy looking bars. We did find a nice restaurant though, and danced much of the night away, between mouthfuls of good food. We followed that up with a trip to one of said bars, where a live band was in attendance. We even picked up an unofficial translator that night, Rene, who stayed with us the next day as we stumbled around the city in a hungover stupor, and tried to book tickets to get us to Puerto Montt. He got us some great seats, with large reclining chairs, blankets, pillows, and even booze. And you know what the perfect cure for a hangover is right? It was a nice end to the skiing portion of our trip.