As part of an assignment given in English class, I was told to write about my experience during the earthquake early this year. It so happens to be that I was on a national park near Talca, up in the mountains, when it happened, so there were a lot of rock slides and road blockings all around me. I was there with 3 friends of mine, camping, and were lucky enought to be camping in a forest that night. The roots of the tres held the ground together, so we weren’t in any real danger, but we later found out that some other hikers got injured badly. One even got his arm broken, when a pretty big boulder fell right on top of his tent.
Since we had it easy, and were sort of disconnected from the rest of the world, we went back to sleep and didn’t give it much thought, thinking it was some sort of long tremor at best. I was actually washing the dishes in the river when a park gaurd told us how much it affected the rest of the country. Talca was a chaotic mess, phone lines were down and all roads to Santiago were closed. We were stuck in that National Park for the following 3 to 4 days, quite comfortable and with food and water, but no communication. We had no idea how to go back, until this friend of mien offered himself to go to Talca and try to call our families. His dad managed to get a car and drive straight to Talca and pick us up. Our families were worried sick, and were happy to know we were okay.
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