If you ever find yourself driving north up the coast from Viña in Chile, and you are looking for a place to stop, then Quillota isn't it. Not everywhere can be beautiful, obviously, but Quillota town centre beats the record for incontinent, 3 legged, mangy dogs and broken pavements. Half the town appears to have shut down and been graffiti'd. I saw a woman selling celery out of her car.
To be fair to the place, it's a working port. When we saw surfers in the dock our spirits were momentarily raised, although they were just pulling garbage out of the water. In true Quillota style, they piled up the water sodden trash like a little display.
The signs outside the seafood greasy spoons advertised the usual, although when I looked through the windows they were the kind of establishments where you would think twice before sitting down if you had a half-decent pair of trousers on. And I'm from Telford.
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