¿donde esta me bolsas?

Arriving in Santiago last night I found that while there were many unusual things present in the airport - Daddy Yankee (google him), giggling immigration officers, a very pleasant high tempurature - however my travelling companions (my bags) had not made the slickly timed transfer at Buenos Aires. They needed more than the ten minutes I got to run from one plane to another.

But nonetheless I arrived, via the Andes (photos soon), and touched down in a balmy Santiago that is, apparently, best seen at night. I forgot what a really big city is like. You drive and you drive and you drive, and you still haven´t covered half of it. It´s a lot like Singapore in that there are high fences on all the apartment buildings and doormen everywhere.

About to head off on our first walk into the city centre. Because my bags have not arrived I am having to borrow some of Rodirigo´s clothes... he´s biger than me, so I look a bit of a clown.

Clown correspondent signing out.

also - this keyboard has an ´ñ´ button! mañana!