Waking up with a dirty hangover and knowing you have to check out of your hotel, speed down to the bus terminal where you will await your 20 hour bus ride is never much fun.... we took quite a while to get going that day. We arrived down at the bus terminal. Leigh was in charge of getting us some iceblocks while i lay slumped over our bags. The highlight of my morning was being in the kiosk at the bus terminal and the radio was playing "girls just want to have fun". I was paying for yet another ice block [View Full Entry]

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And he lives in Argentina.... Let me backtrack a little. We were heading overnight to Puerto Montt, where we were hoping to sail the Andes, across 3 lakes into Argentina. But, our luck was out.. the boats weren´t running again until 1 September. We stayed in Puerto Montt the day. It rained the entire time. Puerto Montt is a quiet port town, with it´s claim to fame being the entry to Patagonia, and great seafood. We mooched around all day, shopping. Picked up some ridiculous bargains in the local dept. store, and then went out for dinner.. Seafood feast, of course. [View Full Entry]

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Got picked up early this morning in a people mover, after not getting our wake up call from reception... lucky for us, leigh had set the alarm. Also lucky for us that we had both been wide awake since 2 am with our jetlag. Plus, we had two separate occasions of people bounding into our room. Some geek came in about 4 am calling out "Phoebe? PHOEBE?!".. WRONG ROOM!!!! The joys of staying in a hostel. So, we stopped along the way to rent our ski gear, including pantalons (hehe), gloves, skis, boots, etc. and headed up to Valle Nevado, about [View Full Entry]

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Leigh and I arrived in Santiago after a reasonably uneventful flight on Lan Chile. Just the usual splay of bodies in cattle class as everyone tried to get comfy enough to sleep. Hooves/heads spilling over into the aisles. you get the idea. First impressions of Santiago: oh my god look at the Andes in the horizon! Truly spectacular and quite surreal as you have to peer through the smog to see it. Second impression: do they have a speed limit?? Cab driver sped along like a bat out of hell, we were thrown about like rag dolls... Third impression: Dogs. Pooches. [View Full Entry]

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