Twitter is a medium that seems to get little use, but this could also be simply my lack of experience. I am currently following three users from Alto Hospicio, but they do not seem to use it very often. Two of the young men simply use it to further publicize their foursquare check-ins and instagram photos. The third, who is a radio producer mostly re-tweets news items. Though I get most of my Iquique and Alto Hospicio related news from twitter, I do not get the sense that many people in Alto Hospicio use twitter as a source of news.

This was confirmed when a few weeks ago I had met a guidance counselor from a colegio in Alto Hospicio for dinner in Iquique. She lives in Iquique and suggested we get sushi. When I agreed she told me that there is no good sushi in Alto Hospicio, so it would be better if we go to place near her house. She picked me up where the bus lets off passengers at the bottom of the hill, and drove near the beach to a nice restaurant. After the meal, she drove me back to the bus stop and dropped me off around 8pm. There seemed to be a strangely large number of people waiting, but I’m not usually in Iquique on Friday evenings, so I thought maybe it was not so abnormal. However, after no busses came for twenty minutes (they usually come about every 5 min), I started to wonder what was going on. When after an 45 minutes nothing had arrived I asked people around me. No one seemed to know. A few people sent text messages or made phone calls to people who were waiting for them with cell phones (both regular and smartphones). A police man walked past and a 50 year old woman asked him if there was an accident that was causing a delay. He did not know but told the woman she should call the non-emergency police information number to ask. She did that and informed a small group around her that there had been a major accident on the highway that leads up the hill from Iquique to Alto Hospicio, and traffic was not moving, and was expected to take several more hours to clear. Though I told my friend from the colegio my situation when she sent me a Whatsapp message to ask if I had made it home safely, I waited out the busses. I finally made it home a little before midnight, and when I turned on my computer I checked twitter, and my feed was loaded with reports of the crash. It hadn’t occurred to me, nor seemingly anyone of the nearly 100 people at the bus stop to check twitter for information. Yet it was there all along. 

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Today, Alex gave me a taste of freedom that reminded me of being 15 and riding in my friends’ cars. He picked me up in the afternoon to ride to the beach with a few friends. As I crossed the street and put on my imitation Ray Ban sunglasses, I skipped a bit and felt a jolt of excitement. His friends Jaime and Carolina were in the backseat, so I took shotgun. I closed the door and rolled down the window as we pulled away and as my hair started to fly around and into my face a wave of pure joy came over me.

The world looks different from the passenger seat window. Streets that feel dingy as I walk down them daily, suddenly glimmer in the summer sun. Arica and Pica don’t seem so far away. The highway that feels bumpy and too long from a bus seat feels exhilaratingly curvy and fast as I stare at it through the windshield, and I wish it would go on forever. Everything feels easier, more exciting, from the car window.

I first “met” Alex on Facebook when when I requested to join an Alto Hospicio community group. He was the administrator and confirmed my request, but after I posted a general message about my project and asking for local recommendations, he wrote to me offering any help he could give. Our friendship grew via facebook chat, and I learned that he lives with his girlfriend in Alto Hospicio but works in the mines about an hour away. He spends 7 days in Alto Hospicio and then 7 at the mine working 12 hour shifts. He spends a lot of time on facebook during his off-hours at the mine. Aside from Facebook and Instagram, his main hobby seems to be thinking about, talking about, taking pictures of, and working on his Honda.

But Alex is not alone. At the very beginning of fieldwork, I searched instagram for the tag #altohospicio. Capitalizing on the fact that like Google+, Twitter, and Tumblr (and unlike Facebook), you can follow an instagram user without their express approval, I added several users who regularly tagged pictures with #altohospicio. I noticed quite quickly, cars seemed to be a popular subject for photos. This was confirmed by the small but growing number of Facebook friends I had gained in Alto Hospicio who also posted pictures of cars.

I am not usually one to pay much attention to cars, but even in real life, they were one of the first things I noticed here. My apartment building has a large parking lot attached to it, and most homes have a car park space within their gates, but the streets are full of cars. There is rarely an empty place to park. And people seem to take great pride in their cars. Many are nice models such as Mazda, Nissan, and newer Toyotas. I often see people washing their cars in the evengings. Many have decals that depict all members of the family in cartoon form. Auto repair shops are overly abundant in downtown Alto Hospicio. Many of these advertise services such as window tinting, custom paint jobs, and rims.

One resident, who was explaining to me the Zona Franca (Zofri) told me that foreign cars are incredibly cheap in this area, because there are no import taxes. It is common practice for people with old cars to just leave them on the street when they buy a new one, and several new friends have pointed these out to me in Iquique and Alto Hospicio. It is very hard to sell a used car here because the new ones are so affordable.

But today I realized the true value of a car. It is the freedom it provides. No standing on the corner waiting for a bus. No carrying groceries uphill or meticulously planning errands to minimize backtracking and carrying of heavy items. No wondering if there will be taxis passing this way late at night, or worse, if this gringa with not-so-perfect Spanish will be taken advantage of by said taxis. I understand why people are so excited about their cars in a way I hadn’t thought of since I graduated from high school and left my blue Volvo station wagon in my parents’ driveway. Being in Alex's car made me feel like those first times I was allowed to cruise the Midwestern US landscape in a friend’s car. In a word, I felt free. And then we turn up route 16 as the streetlights turned on, and Walk on the Wild Side came on the radio, and suddenly the whole world felt like it was an adventure waiting to happen.