It´s not often you go somewhere on your summer hols and it´s colder than England
12.08.2010 - 15.08.2010
I landed in Santiago yesterday morning following 2 9 hour flights from Heathrow surrounded by Americans and sat next to one who had just been out in Iraq teaching English to Air Traffic Controllers. It was like something from a low budget Hollywood film. In the first flight, however, I managed to watch 4 films and I will presently give you a brief review of each. New Shrek film: Quality, Ghost Writer: Yawn, Date Night: Ridiculous, Some other shit film: shit. I then had a 4 hour wait in Dalls airport and another 9 hour flight down to Santiago.
Found myself a hostel in an area of the city called Bellavista: dead during the day but loads of bars open up at night playing host to Chileans, travellers, local drunks and friendly stray dogs. Anyway, I then headed out into town to meet up with Lore; someone I´d arranged to meet up with via the website CouchSurfing. We wandered around town, had a Completo (a hot dog smothered in tomatoes, avocado and enough mayannaise to enduce heart problems in a horse) and then went to a local drinking hole where we had a local favourite, the Terremoto. Meaning earthquake, the drink was a punch made with some orange fruit and topped with pineapple ice cream; lovely stuff.
Later on I headed back to the hostel, met some Americans, had a few drinks and went to see what the local nightlife had to offer. After a few freezing road-side beers laughing at the local drunks getting down and dirty to the music blaring from the bars we went to a club. Initiallly security didn´t want to let us in, explaining to me the reason in thick Chilean spanish. Not having a clue what he had just said me figured we´d try buying a beer and walking straight through, and it worked. The Chilean kids are hilarious with their dancing being a cross of salsa and sexual harrassment.