Well – I arrived in Santiago. After farewelling Pen at the airport, I got on my plane, and survived a rather tiring trip. No attractive stewardesses. Middle seat, so sitting there for ages wanting a drink, but not wanting to disturb sleeping neighbours. And very little sleep.
Arrived in Santiago though – and managed to talk my way through the airport. Everybody in the airport speaks Inglis. Nobody outside the airport does. But I managed to bluff my way onto a bus, and then walked through town, and found my way to the hostel. And immediately bought a 1 litre bottle of beer. The heat here hit me straight off the plane, much like that in China.
Hostel is being renovated or something – so has a guy constantly sanding stuff. No early rest for me. And lots of breathing in dust.
But must go, see some more stuff, so maybe I can leave here tomorrow. Internet here is ridiculously slow also.
update: discovered my hostel has a pool area. Quite a nice one, with a bar. Maybe it’s not so bad. Went for a walk this afternoon anyway – found a famous plaza. Took photos. Found the central market – chose random hawker to believe his crap and eat at his place. Seafood. The mussels looked like they’d been through hell. Shells completely black, and some blistered – and the insides to match.
Am in internet cafe now. These people seem to speak a different language – and have therefore got Windows & their keyboards set up as such. Weirdos.