Valparaiso belongs to the dogs. They slumber in the sun in the middle of busy streets, untouchable as Hindhu sacred cows, big and shaggy and wolflike, but surprisingly docile in temperament.
One day I found this by the train tracks though: it had been flattened, left out and half-mummified in the Chilean sun…ewwwwww!!!!
apart from the dead dog and homophobia, that place looks amazing, I’m so jealous! and I bet everythings dirt cheap as well huh?
xxx