What time is it in Chile?
As you may be aware, all you people in the United States and Canada sped up your worlds an hour a couple of weeks ago. Daylight savings and all that. This is where I had a terrible snafu that led to me missing a hike and pissing off someone I used to be friendly with. Gah. Is there no dislike button here?
So what happened was the following. At some point in the past, unbeknownst to me, the Chilean government made up its mind about which day they would change the clocks back (yes, back, you spring forwarders are in the northern hemisphere, and we southern hemisphere people were set to fall back) The reason the government has to agree to this is beause it’s totally random and has no relationship to anything that happens in actual fact, no jag in the planetary alignment, no sunshine disconnect, just government policies about what time it should be on a random day of the year. I accept this, but as you can see, it brings me some displeasure. Though usually for only one day a year.
I imagine the government made their decision, notified all the authorities, the cellphone and computer networks and apparently even the website called “Hora oficial.” And then they changed their minds, and kind of forgot about the second memo. Because when I woke up on that day, it was an hour later than what my cellphone, computer, and even hora ofical said it was. Problem? A bunch of people waiting for me in a parking lot in Las Condes, and me making a cup of decaf downtown in my apartment. Let us just say never the twain did meet, and instead I went on a long bikeride during which time I discovered that all the plastic domes within a 10-block-radius of my house where I’m supposed to be able to recycle plastic bottles are full. My plastic bottles and I had a very nice ride.
So there was a two-hour time difference between the east coast of the US and Chile. And then they sprang, and we did not fall, and there was a one-hour difference and I missed my hike. But have no fear! on the second of April we were to change the time. I wrote it down on my calendar and even planned to use a travel alarm clock so as not to get confused as to what time it was, even if the government and the cellphone companies were to get their wires crossed.
And now? Postergado! (postponed). Now the time change is happening in May, which just corroborates my suspicion that the Chilean summer never ends. At this point we’ll be having 8 months of summer, and only 4 of winter. Much as I don’t love winter here in Santiago, I’m beginning to feel like they’re stringing me along. Here’s something funny I wrote that touches on why winter in Santiago isn’t more fun than missing a hike on a Sunday morning or riding around town with an eco grocery bag full of empty plastic bottles hanging from your bike handlebars.
Want more info? Go to the SHOA website, where Shoa is the Hydrographic and Oceanographic Services of Chile, and not the Hebrew word for the Holocaust, though in fact they are spelled the same in English, and I am not offended, but do feel the name is somewhat unfortunate.
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I do not know how I feel about this, but I think I don’t like it. Yes, we will have more daylight hours at the end of the day, but who wants to wake up in the pitch dark? Not me. In fact this morning I got up to go to the bathroom, figuring it was maybe 4:30 or 5:00am, and was rudely awaken 30 minutes later by my alarm that goes off at 7:30. Still dark out. No thanks. Maybe the government should also decree that workdays will start an hour later. That I could live with.
This reminds me so much of life in North Africa. The govt would decide at random when or if to change the clocks. Once in Mauritania, they decided at random to change the weekend–it had been Friday/Saturday, but they switched it to Saturday/Sunday.
I don’t mind either way when they change the clock though slightly prefer more light in the evenings.
This morning I heard conflicting reports of the final day the change will be… again.
It will be the 1st Saturday of May which means the 7th.
Thanks to the changing time on my computer I didn’t have the bottle ready for my son, his internal food clock doesn’t seem to change…so when he woke screaming for some food and I wasn’t ready it was a very zen moment with my computer and the powers that be.
But it could be worse. We haven’t changed the clock by a half hour based on the whims of our president like has happened in another rather infamous Latin American country.
I’m so glad I was there. Because now, when I read things like, “all the domes within a ten block radius are full” I can pictures the plastic bottles, the ten blocks, the domes, all KINDS of things.
And that makes me stupidly happy.
it’s true! And you know that I, like a crazy person, rode the wrong way up a one-way streets with barking dogs and a guy with a stick to try to get to the domes. And they were still full, sadly. I did hand some off to some friends who were heading up to drop off their recycling the next day (they have a car and live in Las Condes). Alas, no recycling in the ‘hood!
I love daylight savings! I don’t know why people hate having more light during the afternoon. So I’m happy and I wish they’ll keep postponing the change.