20.12.2013 - 20.12.2013 31 °C
My flight to Santiago, Chile was already late to begin with, and it was delayed further. So I land in the middle of the night, a tiny bit scary, but I manage to take it in stride. I see this at the airport:
I get into cab and take the long journey into the city. The cabbie and I find the hostel address. Its in a pretty sketchy neighbourhood. All of the storefronts are boarded up and there is graffiti everywhere. I try to open the door, but its locked and no one is answering my knocks (and occasional bangs). I call the number and no one is answering that either. The cabbie whistles loudly, but nothing. Giving up, I look in my lonely planet for another nearbye hostel or hotel. Just as I start to dial the number of one, a voice on the intercom comes on. He fell asleep behind the desk, even though I called him from Brazil to let the hostel know I'll be late. Noticing that the hostel is several floors up the stairs, I fiercely shove him Sapphire to carry up. I take my third shower of the day (even in this weather, is it normal to sweat this much?) and head straight to bed.
Its moments like these that make people wonder why I continue to travel like I do. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It may be a tad scary in the moment, but I think I get more from pushing myself like this as opposed to lying on a resort beach. I wouldn't mind the inclusive drinks though lol.