Serious Bussen

          We just arrived at a lively and welcoming hostel in Santiago, they are feeding us breakfast now cafe con leche and toast with cheese. We could not be more content and happy!! so great! I am a little sad that we are leaving at 6 AM for Puerto Montt but all the locals say it is muy Bonita, a rainy port city that they say is compareable to SEATTLE!!! haha we will be right at home. Since we dont have much time in Santiago ( my favorite city so far, more public transit and less dirty looks then Lima) we are gonna shower and hoof it looking for unique agriculture and a place for lunch before we get on another bus. It will be good to stretch our legs after having put in over 40 hours on busses traveling further and further south. I know 40 hours sounds bad, missing our first bus sounds worse, and having the bus we got on break down in a desert that looked like the moon sounds miserable... But we have been enjoying every minute of our journey and have been kept safe by the wonderfull people that seem to be god sent.  

Crossing the boarder from Peru was super sketch, after jamming us onto an old bus (dominic and I being the only two white folk) we proceeded on driving 40 minutes to the Chilean and Peruvian boarder... ill just say, because I was literally unable to understand, muchas (heh) drug dogs and mulitple bag checks and scans, we had a close call when we thought we had lost our Peruvian tourist card, but luciky I had stashed them in our little safety pouch...amen for the safety pouch!!  Everyone that we met along the way who spoke english, or lack there of, continued to tell Us ¨Trust No One¨ which isn´t the most reassuring thing to hear repeatedly when travelling in a country where the language barrier is immense! BUT.. Carlos Fischer saved our lives! (not literally, but pretty much) he was in his fifties or so and totes took us under his wing! I loved him, he paid for part of ticket to Santiago, bought us cafe con leche, bummed us cigs and made sure we also knew what was going on.  I think he might be rich? but eh who knows, when we arrived in Santiago he paid for a mini trolly for our luggage to be brought to the Tur Bus station from the internacional station... what a guy heh. He helped us get our next set of tickets to Puerto Montt then kissed our cheeks (not doms just mine now that I recall, lucky me hehe) and said Chao! Muchas Gracias Carlos, forever you will be in our hearts!  I didnt think that bus after bus, hour after hour after hour could be so tolerable... although I am little nutrient deprived (we seriously would starve if we didnt eat meat... to many hamburguesas y papas fritas ...blah) so Elvis (haha the name of the guy running our hostel) recomended some local markets and danky places to eat and drink some cervesa and chilean wine!! woot woot! Cant wait to explore Santiago friends and cant wait to see what this journey has to come! Chao!!