4/4/10: Santiago, Chile
After our last bus fiasco which ended up with us out on the mean streets of Perito Moreno at 4am, I decided I’d had enough. “We’re booking cama the next overnight bus we take, I don’t care how much it costs!” So when we were booking our tickets for last night’s ride from Osorno to Santiago (all in Spanish, no less!), I was happy to fork out the extra 100 pesos each for fully-reclining seats, even though that made the cama seats twice as expensive as regular coach seats.
But it’s funny, you know, how fate does that thing where it laughs in your face? “HAHA Zhou, you don’t have enough pesos to pay for cama, they only take cash here, and there are NO cajeros automáticos by the bus station. MUAHAHA!” Real funny, fate. Real funny. The only other option the ticket guy had given us was classico, which I’m pretty sure translates to “upright” or “awful.” But what could we do? Nothing.
Fortunately, fate is never as cruel as it seems, and as the bus ticket guy was inputting our information into his computer, he turned to me, winked, and said, “No classico. Semi-cama!” I would have leaned over the counter and kissed him out of happiness, but he was too far away. Plus I think that would have been creepy.
So that’s how we ended up riding into Santiago this morning in style, eye mask on (thanks Qantas!). We rode the subway to our stop and walked to our hostel, no problem. It’s when we got to our hostel that we ran into some issues. Firstly, the guys who run the hostel weren’t there, so we couldn’t check in or eat breakfast or do anything. Secondly, we had somehow changed time zones in our trip from Osorno to Santiago so that we were now an hour earlier, which, if you look at a map, makes no sense. How could Argentina be in a single time zone but Chile have TWO time zones? This was really blowing my mind. I pondered this for the rest of the morning until the hostel guy got in and checked us into our dorm. I asked him about the time difference. “Oh! The time changed last night. It was supposed to change two weeks ago, but with the earthquake, they decided not to change it so that they could use the daylight more efficiently – or something. So they just changed the time one hour back last night.”
And then it was all clear to me, and everything was ok again.
We spent the afternoon walking around the area of Santiago near our hostel. First impression? Lots of hot dog stands, lots of ice cream places. This is a city for me.
Picture of the Day: The beginning of fall means one thing – crunching crunchy leaves!