From coach to couch
April 19th 2009 After nearly twenty four hours, two buses, and a tedious border crossing (where we were forced the surrender the garlic clove hidden in our bag, in order to prevent an outbreak of foot and mouth) we arrived in Santiago. The sky above us was shrouded in smog, the morning air was warm on our faces, and there were people everywhere (some of whom even had English-speaking voices). This place couldnĀ“t
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