It is ladies night
We stepped aboard the funicular, cheekily jumping the queue to avoid the tourists on the organised tour. We organised our own.
And the ancient machine kicked into action, taking us down the steep slope to the plaza below. The circle and cables spun fast sending us down and others up. Colourful buildings dotted the hillside before us. And that is it; Valparaiso is full of colourful hillsides. It is an artists dream, an inspirational landscape. Coloured houses splash the slopes with an artist's palette of pastel shades.
And then a cry.
"Oh my god!" It came, the strong American accent.
"Are those vultures?"
Two majestic birds perched on a chimney pot directly above us looking simulatenously graceful and sinister. And as the funicular went down, what height we lost on them they gained on us.
"Yeah, they're waiting for someone to fall down there from here." Cackled an American tourist.
And I let out a giggle too
And the ancient machine kicked into action, taking us down the steep slope to the plaza below. The circle and cables spun fast sending us down and others up. Colourful buildings dotted the hillside before us. And that is it; Valparaiso is full of colourful hillsides. It is an artists dream, an inspirational landscape. Coloured houses splash the slopes with an artist's palette of pastel shades.
And then a cry.
"Oh my god!" It came, the strong American accent.
"Are those vultures?"
Two majestic birds perched on a chimney pot directly above us looking simulatenously graceful and sinister. And as the funicular went down, what height we lost on them they gained on us.
"Yeah, they're waiting for someone to fall down there from here." Cackled an American tourist.
And I let out a giggle too
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