Achao
After hours feasting on shellfish and dozing in hammocks at Los Troncos, I finally made it to Achao.
Iglesa Santa Maria de Loreto
Achao's church was recently restored and is very well maintained. A museum of baffling ecclesiastical memorabilia is tucked away in the back.
Twilight
Activity on Achao's waterfront dies down as the day closes.
Does that say...??
How do they know my name? Are they trying to tell me something?
Bienvenido a Achao
Some locals take a rest by Achao's milestone as the sun sets.
Viva la Cueca
A musical performance was held at the Plaza de Armas, with live singing, playing, and dancing.
Speeding by
Snapped from the passenger seat of a microbus, on the way to the village of Quinchao.
Iglesia de Quinchao
The largest of of Chiloe's churches. Hundreds of people come here every December for la fiesta de Nuestra Señora de Gracia.
Sheepfold
...just next door. I asked the shepherd lady if there was any way to see the inside of the church. Although it's not open to the public, she directed me to the man who had the key. He was kind enough to give me a special glimpse.
Adentro
The Quinchao Church hasn't been renovated since its construction in 1880. Although the structure is in poor condition, its humble decor of dried flowers and ribbons give it a dignified, down-to-earth kind of beauty. It was my favorite of all the churches I saw.
Rolling Hills
I hitched a ride back to Achao with some fishermen bringing their catch into the market. They stopped at key lookout points so I could leap out and snap photos.
It Never Gets Old
As a landlubbing midwesterner, I reserve the right to post however many photos of boats as I wish. I think they are cool, dammit.
Mercado
Upon returning to Castro, I scoped out the artisan's market.
Gaby, Naty, Pamela
Coincidentally, Gaby is in the midst of an internship at Chiloe's Museum of Modern Art. I spent a day with her and some friends.
Snacktime
Seagulls find easy pickings at a shellfish packing plant.
Castro by Boat
The view as we left for Quehui's annual cultural festival, which is two hours away by boat, or "lancha." These mid-sized vessels are manually constructed using old, master techniques.
¿Dónde va la lancha?
The trip was long yet scenic. It rained on and off most of the time
A Quehui Va
We arrive at last to the Mar de Quehui. The Festival was centered in this town, Los Angeles.
Disembark
Everyone hops off the boat to join the festivities.
Cookout
Food for the festival was prepared in bubbling cauldrons over open fires.
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