A short entry this time, as not much to report.
Woken on Saturday by an endless stream of people leaving the hostel, plus sirens going off up and down the street. Dadi goes for an 11am flight to Rio to enjoy Carnavale. We have a good lie in till 11.30am, cannot be bothered getting up. Feel like Santiago really has an abundance of creepy guys, don't like the vibe around this place at all. Have a sausage bap for breakfast. Drink a lot of tea. Have a run in with a new creepy guy staying in our room in the hostel. Mood deteriorates. Spend most of day trying to make the camera on my laptop work and not getting very far. Rather aggravated by the whole situation, and not finding any answers on the internet at all. Eventually we decide to go out and have a Chinese at the nearest restaurant. Discover on the TV that there was a major fire round the corner from our hostel this morning, five houses destroyed. Not great, but even worse when we are halfway through dinner and start to feel horrendous. Poisoned by spring rolls and crap rice. Gah. We get out of there sharpish and head back to the hostel. Spend the next five hours with awful stomach cramps and no vomiting. Not happy at all. Must be the food though as both Sarah and I have it.
Sunday is much the same. Both feeling pretty dire. Head out to one of the few sandwicherias open on a Sunday, the sort of place that makes Subway look like a bad joke.
Woken on Saturday by an endless stream of people leaving the hostel, plus sirens going off up and down the street. Dadi goes for an 11am flight to Rio to enjoy Carnavale. We have a good lie in till 11.30am, cannot be bothered getting up. Feel like Santiago really has an abundance of creepy guys, don't like the vibe around this place at all. Have a sausage bap for breakfast. Drink a lot of tea. Have a run in with a new creepy guy staying in our room in the hostel. Mood deteriorates. Spend most of day trying to make the camera on my laptop work and not getting very far. Rather aggravated by the whole situation, and not finding any answers on the internet at all. Eventually we decide to go out and have a Chinese at the nearest restaurant. Discover on the TV that there was a major fire round the corner from our hostel this morning, five houses destroyed. Not great, but even worse when we are halfway through dinner and start to feel horrendous. Poisoned by spring rolls and crap rice. Gah. We get out of there sharpish and head back to the hostel. Spend the next five hours with awful stomach cramps and no vomiting. Not happy at all. Must be the food though as both Sarah and I have it.
Sunday is much the same. Both feeling pretty dire. Head out to one of the few sandwicherias open on a Sunday, the sort of place that makes Subway look like a bad joke.
Not often you meet an Autobot in real life.
Enormous prucky flea market in Barrio Brazil. Could have bought a lot of kitchen roll if we'd wanted it.
Aforementioned enormous burger. This is a lomito grande, soused with guacamole, sauerkraut, tomato, bbq sauce and chillis. Suffice to say that I took the stomach cramps a little more seriously after this meal, when I realised they weren't just a bizarre form of hunger.
Sarah's brave face. I would like to point out she was the one who order the beer, guacamole, chillis and sauerkraut.
Have to admit, this was a pretty good restaurant, those sandwiches and pints cost us about £7.50 each.
Back to the hostel we went. Watched Sevilla beat Real Sociedad on live stream which made me feel better. Spent another three hours trying to make the camera work, which made me feel worse. Eventually had a cup of tea and went to bed. Two days gone. We were supposed to go to a theme park today, but amongst the list of things we wanted to do in Santiago it got a bit lost. Ended up a bit of a dead dog. Tomorrow we head to Valparaíso, hoping for a serious change in fortune.
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