I had two close encounters with Chilean wildlife this weekend. Who would have thought I get out of my small town and into the big city and THERE the animals run the place? But these are actually very funny stories. Allow me to share them with you.
Incident #1: we are eating our heavenly ice cream on some benches in the plaza downtown, which is full of pigeons. I have already made my disdain for pigeons clear to the group, and our spot is unnervingly close to a pack of them, and so I am on edge. But I am, understandably, focused on the ice cream. My friend Joe, sitting next to me, gets quiet and turns to ask, "Is that a bird of prey?" I follow his gaze and see that, not only is it indeed a brown hawk creature, but it has taken off from its branch and is flying directly towards us. That bird looks me dead in the eye and I am stricken with a fear the likes of which I have never known. I'm sitting in the middle of a crowded city square and a hawk is about to attack my face?! By the time I finish saying, "I think it is, and oh my god it's coming RIGHT AT US," I'm shrieking and my legs are pulled up into the fetal position and my arms are up to block my face. Of course, the hawk is flying at the pigeons and not at me, which is good in that my face is safe but bad in that the entire flock of pigeons now takes flight to escape the hawk, coming at us and barely missing our heads. The danger is past, but I am hesitant to return to a normal sitting position. Thank god my ice cream has not been harmed. I barely have time to recover before it happens again, so I gather myself and head to another bench far away. The ice cream makes everything ok but does not negate the fact that half of the Chileans in the plaza are watching me and surely chuckling in amusement.
Incident #2: we are on the waterfront in Talcahuano, having finally figured out that there is a BMX show across the way. We are standing on a dock (see below, on the left) but the view isn't good enough so we begin to make our way back out and around to get closer.

We soon perceive that people behind us are running off the dock, looking behind them like they are trying to get away from something. What could it be? My only thought is maybe a street dog going crazy or something. Soon the crowd parts to reveal the perpetrator: A GIANT. EFFING. SEA LION. He is FAT but he is moving FAST, faster than I thought any sea lion could move. We rush to get out of the way, thinking that maybe he is just trying to get back to the water (he is coming from the dock, how is that even possible?? as I am writing this we still don't understand). But no! He continues rampaging towards us, flailing his head around like he's just got a thirst for blood that cannot be quenched. We run a little further and turn around to see that some kid, who can't be older than 14, has picked up a wooden plank and started whacking the sea lion. Just hopping all around him and bringing it down hard. As you imagine, it makes a nice smacking noise. The sea lion gets really disoriented and eventually turns and jumps back into the water. The Chileans are somehow not phased whatsoever, and everything goes back to normal within seconds, leaving my friends and I looking like crazy people doubled over with laughter for 5 minutes. Here's the hero of the day- look how triumphant he is!
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he just looks like someone who looks forward to taking on sea lions, am I right? |
We all agreed that being chased by a sea lion was one of the strangest, but funniest things that had ever happened to us. I wish to GOD I had a photo of that thing tearing across the gravel. But my mental picture will last for a while, that's for sure.