Today happened twice. The first today was a bit rubbish, the second slightly better.
Today 1 got off to an early start after the two Canadian guys in my 8-bed dorm intelligently decided to put their noisy, ticking alarm clock outside the window so it wouldn´t disturb the others. It would have been a great idea if they´d known how to open the window at 3:45am when the alarm went off. It rang and rang until one of the guys had the smart idea of pulling the catch on the window before heaving it upwards to open it. Idiots.
I always sleep with my phone and wallet in my sleeping bag. That way I know where they are, except this morning when I reawoke. My phone had gone! My iPhone! It categorically wasn´t in my sleeping bag. In a panic, I unzipped the whole bag, nothing. I frantically looked around and inside my pillow, then my mattress. Nothing. I took my shower, struggled through breakfast, all the while thinking about my poor phone. I thought one of the Canadian guys had picked it up on their way to the airport while the rest of us slept.
But, phew! I found it in the most unlikely of places. Oh yes!
The day stumbled along until I got on the plane to Santiago. That summarises today 1.
Today 2 was eventful. I woke on the plane to face my second Wednesday shortly before touchdown in Santiago, Chile.
If the directions from the airport to each hostel I printed from HostelBookers.com are anything, they´re useful. And accurate. Apparently, I should pay no more than 10,000 pesos in a taxi or just a few thousand on the bus. I decided on the cheapest option which was to take a Metro Bus downtown then the subway to Bellavista.
An ´official´ (an offial idiot, more like) told me there was no subway when I asked him how to get the Metro Bus to the subway line. He even pulled out his map to show me the extremes of the subway, which I took and kept. I tried to say I know and that I wanted the bus TO the subway. He said my only option was to take a cab for 17,000 pesos. No way!
I found the bus, got the subway and got to the hostel for under 2,000 pesos. Aren´t I good?
At the hostel, I bumped into two American guys, Evin and Alex. They seem like smart, rounded guys. We arranged to see some sights then get dinner.
What´s with the Chileans? At dinner we were shafted by the restauranteur who went back on his 1,600 pesos price for the bottle of wine and charged us 16,000, even though the menu actually said 10,000! Back home, I´d have freaked. Evin and Alex were cool though, thanking the guy for such a good bottle. Maybe I should be more like them?
After a couple of hours in a trendy pub, we headed back for a good (long) night´s sleep.
If tomorrow is also Wednesday, I´m screwed. This is Groundhog Day.
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