WARNING THIS IS LONG. READ AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE. Pues, estoy en Chile - “Conce,” to be exact - and here is my tale this far: After the completion of my travels, beginning on Friday, I had gotten about one hour of sleep in thirty-six hours and had eaten a mere four protein bars in forty-eight. You might ask why the lack of sleep and food? Well for the latter, all I can say is: airplane food. For the former, that has a separate explanation. As I was boarding my butt-kicking marathon flight from Toronto to Santiago, I noticed that I would be seated next to a very cute very old man, and this excited me because I thought I could get some good oldtimer stories from him. It turned out he spoke not a word
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