Travel means adapting, I guess
Trip Start Mar 15, 2006
42Trip End May 30, 2007
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I had been invited to go out with a couple of girls I had met on the bus in from the airport. Since I was arriving on Saturday night and hadnīt been out for a few weeks now, I was quite up for it despite not arriving at my hostel until midnight. I met them at a Salsa bar not far from where I was staying, and after convincing the owner that my ībabyface` be-lied my being old enough to be inside, I was ushered into a lesson with a portugese woman who attempted to get me to shimmy through her routine. At this point I really did feel like the tourist, and it ainīt easy moving quickly with hiking boots on, nevertheless she seemed reasonably impressed with the white man
After a few drinks we moved on to a club. I was lovin having the chance to dance to some cheesy music, but whilst happily drinking my beer at the same time, one of the girls accidentally banged her head into the bottle, knocking it straight into my teeth. I now have a huge chunk missing from one front tooth. Brilliant. Thankfully it didnīt hurt but now I just feel stupid. My only worry now is, what the hell is Lima gonna hold in store for me?!!
So after having all that excitement in just the first few hours, where do I go from here you may ask. On my first morning I headed with a guy from my dorm called Tim up Cerro San Cristobal, a mountain with good views over the city. Since it was now Sunday it was fairly busy at the top with local families and cyclists. What I didnīt expect to find was a Catholic service taking place in honour of the beginning of Easter week. Unfortunately at this point I looked down to realise that the T-shirt I had decided to put on that morning is the one called the īFast Supper` - a micky-take of the īLast Supper`!! Now I have two things to be self-conscious of.
The supposed good view from the top of the hill actually turned out to be a little disturbing. There is a smog that hangs over the city caused by polution, which when you find you canīt quite make out the hills which you can still see arenīt that far away, it is a little worrying.
Having said all this, I found Santiago to really go against my expectations. Where I had heard mixed views about it, I was actually pleasantly surprised and liked the city a lot. But it is now time for probably my most exotic part of the trip - Easter Island. I shall be back to Santiago soon.