I hadn’t heard much about Chile before I arrived. A Peruvian guy told me he hated Chileans. That Peru, Colombia, Bolivia and Ecuador saw each other as brothers, and Chile was an outsider to that. He also felt that the Chileans had appropriated much of Peru’s cuisine for their own – Pisco and ceviche. Then a Peruvian girl told me that she loved Chile and it’s people.
All I knew before arriving was that Chile is considered the only first world country in South America. More interestingly, it was the home of renowned poet and communist, Pablo Neruda. Without much of a plan for my time in the country, I resolved to spend it hunting down the ghost of the nobel prize winning writer put to death by Pinochet.