Bucalemu

There's something quite pleasant about out of season seaside towns. Bucalemu, over the dusty hill from Pichilemu, is more of a street. The owner of the place where we ate filled us with cheer by telling us that people regularly die on the dusty road. As this was the only way back, it didn't exactly aid digestion. It took me a large chocolate ice cream on a stick to calm down.

The Road to Bucalemu

Over the hill from Pichilemu, via a twisty dust covered road, is Bucalemu. If you're ever thinking of a camel trip across the Gobi, then this road would be a good place to see if you're up to it. As The Diminutive One's motor has no air-con, you face the choice of either cooking yourself up microwave-style with the windows wound up, or opening them and choking yourself half to death. We chose to alternate between the two.