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After checking out of the hotel in Vina Del Mar we drove around Valparaiso, which is mostly a ghetto.  The homes are classic poverty: Corrugated tin, dilapidated siding, crumbling sidewalks, roads and lives.  Though poor and forgotten, the area is a treasure of street art. Black Bear, navigated the narrow streets in our Yaris, while I took photos.  (See Valparaiso Street Art.)

Later, we met Pinto, who toured us around another part of city where he lived while in the Naval Academy.  When he was punished for some petty offense and isolated in his room, he would climb out a window and play football (soccer) across the street in the dirt field. Or, maybe, he was punished for playing soccer.  My Spanish is terrible, to non existent.