Having arrived from Iquique some minutes earlier, fuel has been loaded, the galley has been restocked, and now we're ready to continue our trip to CCP.
Stopover
Woo - hoo! My scaredy-cat neighbor left and nobody took the middle seat for the rest of the trip.
The previous passenger must have been a pig.
Traces of coffee in a corner. Looks suspiciously similar to choca moka.
We are some minutes late because the FAs can't agree on the number of passengers onboard. One counts 75, another 73, but the ground staff tells them there should be 72. Then they agree there are 72. Problem solved. Let's get going.
This is the corridor connecting the two new east piers.
I wonder if Mineral Airways 737-200 is still in service. But I can't see the airline on the side anymore. In fact, it seems to be covered. Hmm. Something's going on here.
Mothballed CC-BAY in its "official national soccer selection" livery.
CC-BOA…
…et al. All mothballed.
The flight
Some additional information about this 44-minute hop.
And up we go…
…above the wavy roofs of the new buildings…
…representing the mountains, they say.
Sure, because you can barely see the real ones behind the smog.
Over Talagante we veer a bit to the left…
…and fly above the Cordillera de la Costa…
…whose original forests were replaced with pine plantations…
…ruining the once navigable rivers with sand embankments, like river Maule down there.
Cauquenes.
In no time we are descending over river Itata…
…and the small towns along the shore north of Concepción.
Penco is the last town…
…and the Autopista Interportuaria…
…and Avenida Jorge Alessandri.
Too bad we didn't land from the south. I missed a cool view of the city.
So, here we are. If you'd like to look around the city…
…I strongly advice you have a look…
…at some of my previous reports…
…like this one…
…or this one…
…because I'm an old 50-year-old grandpa now and I'm feeling quite tired. I don't feel like going for a walk.
An in my times the transfer service was much cheaper. Look at this! 8000 CLP (10 USD) for a couple of lousy kilometers! I'm being ripped off! Twice as much as in Valdivia, and for a shorter ride!
And the driver was a devil at the wheel! It says 50, Mr Driver. 50!! Not 150!!
Well, I went sad, I came back grumpy. I wonder what's worse. XD
