
[Chile] Looking across a muddy field, I saw a beat-up stone fence with a sign on it. I walked up, went through an entrance, and found a small paradise – three little bungalows set within manicured lawns and waterfront. The proprietor, Carlos, was fulfilling his lifelong dream of creating a tiny resort entirely devoted to […]

I rented a beat up Corolla at the Santiago airport and drove way up the coast. I had heard about a little town called Tongay. It took me a couple long days of driving and when I got there, I saw that both “hotels” were pretty marginal. The whole place seemed deserted. However, when I think back to a lifetime of places, a small number stand above the rest. This was one.
Nobody anywhere in the world was caring much about this Tongoy place but me, and I loved it. Something is always subtracted when everyone is pointing and looking in the same direction.