At that time, San Pedro had only two accommodations options,
though it now has nearly a hundred. One was the basic Residencial Florida,
where I stayed and ate – there were no proper restaurants except at the
still-existent Hostería
San Pedro (pictured above), a full-fledged hotel that was well beyond my then backpacker
budget. The only other guest at the Florida, which also survives as Hostal Florida,
was a Japanese backpacker with whom I could barely converse in my then halting
Spanish. I visited the museum, where Father Le Paige shuffled through the
aisles and the desiccated mummy popularly known as “Miss Chile” inhabited a
glass display case.
The San Pedro of 1979 had no traffic lights and little
traffic of any kind – the local population could herd their sheep through the
streets and into corrals behind the walls that extended from their houses. It
still has no traffic lights but, in a development that some find annoying, it
has increasingly strict parking laws and the Carabineros police
are writing record numbers of tickets to locals and tourists alike. If you rent
a car in the city of Calama,
which has the nearest airport, watch for the no-parking signs here or you may
find surprise charge on your credit card after you return home.
According to the last census, in 2002, San Pedro’s
population was only 1,938. A new census is due to take place shortly, and most
educated guesses are that the new figure will exceed 5,000. Growth has taken
place not in the colonial core, but rather on the outskirts, where the new
construction consists mostly of simple prefab mediaguas (one of which appears below). This is
less than picturesque, but eminently practical for a growing population. The
village sports a new soccer field, with artificial turf, and even an
Olympic-size swimming pool.
Meanwhile, in a country where spray-paint taggers leave
their mark almost everywhere, historic San Pedro remains virtually
graffiti-free. At the same time, even as a relatively tasteful commercialism prevails (as suggested below,
graffiti is becoming more visible beyond the roughly 12 square blocks where
many of the countless tourists sleep, eat and organize their excursions into the
nearby high country.
Speaking of excursions, there’s a new twist for those who
take tours or head off on their own into the high country near the Bolivian
border. Yesterday, when I went on a full-day trip to the famous geysers at El Tatio (pictured below), the Carabineros
informed our driver and guide that from now on, all tour operators will be
required to provide passport and ID numbers for all their clients, and that
those clients will also have to carry identification. A clear photocopy of the
passport will be sufficient.
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