“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” – Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda was raised in Patagonia, in the small city of Temuco, Chile. I didn’t manage to see his third home, but I wanted to see the city that formed him to complete my stalking.
I have pointed out in other posts that it seems impossible to go anywhere in southern Chile without going through Santiago first. That was what everybody told me, but I refused to believe it. Going to Santiago meant a three hour bus ride in the wrong direction, and then three additional hours on my bus south. I shopped around and found a complex winding path south from Pichilemu with different connecting bus companies. It took three long buses on three different days, and by the time I arrived in Temuco I was exhausted. It’s amazing how much energy sitting on a bus can take.