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Ramiro has discovered a cut in one of his tires. Not wanting to take any risks, together with Manuel they get two new tires installed, while the ladies stay home to do some housekeeping.
With two vehicles we drive to the peninsula.
The three sisters, Nena, Patty and Aide and Manuel and the two of us. Over the mountains, past the naval base and down the hill, we reach a small fishing village called Tumbes.
The boys can hardly wait to get their hands onto some fresh oysters and other raw, weird looking creatures from the sea, including some of which are hidden in clumps of dirt from the bottom of the ocean.
I pass on anything that moves and wait for the cooked and fully prepared version of seafood in the restaurant, which I find much tastier. Especially the various crab dishes that Aide and Nena have choosen. They pick a variety of dishes so we can taste different things.
We visit the Huascar; a former Peruvian ship, taken as a trophy by the Chileans after the war with Peru during the late 1800s, when Chile conquered part of Peru all the way up to Lima.
Once the war was settled Chile gave a portion back to Peru, but kept a good chunk all the way up to Arica. The Peruvians believe, that one day they will get their land back as they express in their national anthem.
I hope they wait at least until after we are gone, because we are not able to take our vehicle into Peru and have friends in Arica.
A walk along the beach, an ice cream and the purchase of more Chilean music for the car together with the family, is a wonderful way to end our time in Concepcion.
I guess San Antonio will have to wait. We’re spending one more night at Nena’s.
To access my e-mails and have to go to the Internet Cafe. My attempt to call our daughter Mandy via the Skype phone, to wish her a happy birthday results in no answer. I leave a message and hope to talk to her soon.
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