Santiago de Chile
Hola from Santiago
My electronics are not working. So it is difficult, for me communicate online. Chile uses a different plug!
The flight was hellish long. 13 hours. I think I slept a little, but I was fixated on how crowded the plane was, and other negative thoughts. That I did not drift off. Unlike the Standard operating procedure when crossing the Atlantic, there was no persoanl screen, no games, and no flight map
I read a book on the Tudors. As I kept having to move for people walking up and down in the Bathroom. I have not been impressed by Iberia, as an Airline. The food was alright though, but 13 hours and no flight map, no personal screen please.
Waited half an hour to clear customs-immigration at Santiago. I had to eat a lot of beef jerky, I had bought, in case we were not fed on the flight, before I landed. Meats and cheese are not allowed in chile
The countryside outside Santiago, is like a Western. Wild and beautiful. The town, reminds me of a cross between Florence. Green hills, and old Mediterranean architecture, and the greenery and skyscrapers, of Charlotte NC
I changed rooms, my first room seemed to be next to a generator. The changed my room, quickly. I e-mailed Paola. I showered. I went for a walk around the hotel. I got cash from an ATM, and tried to find an adaptor.
No joy. I bought some snacks, and water. In a shop. I think I may have used a vastly too large note.
I went back to sleep.
Paola, called at 6pm. I went downstairs, to meet her. I was amazed how much she resembled Princess. I am sure, I will be slapped hard, the next time, Robyn sees me.
Paola, drove me through the Santiago traffic. We dropped off her friend. Who lives a stones throw away from the most dangerous street in the republic
From there escorted by Bryan, a courageous dog, of most noble Siberian lineage. I spoke to him, in Russian
Ms Paola invited me into her home, and I was offered tea. I admired her beautiful art, dragons, and lions that would have pleased the royal college of heraldry.
Than to an Argentine diner where I dined on fired eggs, chips and steak. My companion, and guide retired home, after ward, to continue her never ending work. I went to bed, and slept under the southern cross
My electronics are not working. So it is difficult, for me communicate online. Chile uses a different plug!
The flight was hellish long. 13 hours. I think I slept a little, but I was fixated on how crowded the plane was, and other negative thoughts. That I did not drift off. Unlike the Standard operating procedure when crossing the Atlantic, there was no persoanl screen, no games, and no flight map
I read a book on the Tudors. As I kept having to move for people walking up and down in the Bathroom. I have not been impressed by Iberia, as an Airline. The food was alright though, but 13 hours and no flight map, no personal screen please.
Waited half an hour to clear customs-immigration at Santiago. I had to eat a lot of beef jerky, I had bought, in case we were not fed on the flight, before I landed. Meats and cheese are not allowed in chile
The countryside outside Santiago, is like a Western. Wild and beautiful. The town, reminds me of a cross between Florence. Green hills, and old Mediterranean architecture, and the greenery and skyscrapers, of Charlotte NC
I changed rooms, my first room seemed to be next to a generator. The changed my room, quickly. I e-mailed Paola. I showered. I went for a walk around the hotel. I got cash from an ATM, and tried to find an adaptor.
No joy. I bought some snacks, and water. In a shop. I think I may have used a vastly too large note.
I went back to sleep.
Paola, called at 6pm. I went downstairs, to meet her. I was amazed how much she resembled Princess. I am sure, I will be slapped hard, the next time, Robyn sees me.
Paola, drove me through the Santiago traffic. We dropped off her friend. Who lives a stones throw away from the most dangerous street in the republic
From there escorted by Bryan, a courageous dog, of most noble Siberian lineage. I spoke to him, in Russian
Ms Paola invited me into her home, and I was offered tea. I admired her beautiful art, dragons, and lions that would have pleased the royal college of heraldry.
Than to an Argentine diner where I dined on fired eggs, chips and steak. My companion, and guide retired home, after ward, to continue her never ending work. I went to bed, and slept under the southern cross
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