The pleasures of a place no one else is looking at

I rented a beat up Corolla at the Santiago airport and drove way up the coast. I had heard about a little town called Tongay. It took me a couple long days of driving and when I got there, I saw that both "hotels" were pretty marginal. The whole place seemed deserted. However, when I think back to a lifetime of places, a small number stand above the rest. This was one.

Nobody anywhere in the world was caring much about this Tongoy place but me, and I loved it. Something is always subtracted when everyone is pointing and looking in the same direction.