ando buscando mi mochila...
la echo mucho de menos...
si alguien la encuentre, porfavor, avisame.

pucha it's been a while

since the 2nd? no puede serrrrrr.

hm...what have i been up to...
last week was spent translating like mad, the english girl in my house lent me her laptop for the week while she went to easter island and so i took advantage of that and typed up 20 pages of my thesis. it was good, lots of progress made on thesising, but i was shut up in my room way too much. made me go a bit nuts. i'm still kinda nuts. more nuts than usual that is.

so this week, i'm trying not to spend too much time translating. plus, i have little time left here in santiago so i have to aprovechar. i'm spending my days wandering the streets, taking pictures of details, preparing myself for my return home. tomorrow one of my chilena friends (yes i have chilena friends now! woot) is taking me to the cemeterio nacional, where allende and victor jara and all the chilean superheroes are buried...its supposed to be pretty cuatica so i'm excited. (i can only use that word, even though sivan is the only person reading this who might know what cuatica means, sorry)

i cut my hair again. chile styllllle. no more argentinian mullet. (sorry aunties, i know how much you liked it) i look like every other chilena wandering the street these days now, i'm not sure how i feel about it, kinda sad, kinda liberated. plus the rasta, plus the trensa, oh crap. i bet chilenos in california will point me out on the street for sure. at least i cut off my nappy mess i had a few days back...everyday i was growing new dreads my hair was so rediculously tangled.

friday night my compañeros are throwing me a goodbye party...i don't like goodbyes, but i do like parties. jeje.

i'm not really sure how i feel these days, but i am looking forward to going home.
planning new things. post-chile things.

sola en santiago

sivan left this morning. at 3:40am the transfer came to pick her up, and in a chaotic rush (a la sivan and magie), she was gone. not before she drove off with my house key, therefore locking me out of the house, and having the transfer driver reverse back down the street so she could run out and toss me the key, both of us laughing hysterically at ourselves.

nearly three months we spent together...the longest consecutive time i have ever spent with another being since i was in my mother's belly probably. (thanks mom for putting up with me for 9 consecutive months!)
so i shall most likely be going through sivan withdrawls. well, i am already actually.

the past two weeks have been preparation for the final leg of my journey...
first i had to find a room to stay in so i wasn't wasting my life away in a hostel, having delusions of poisoning british backpackers. it took a while to find a room...calling up all the ads in the classifieds can be so tiring. jeez it made me value craigslist SO much...you end up talking to all these viejitos or odd people, and it takes practically the whole day to get to a room you want to see, only to find it has no windows or is way far away from transportation or is just awkward. anyways so i finally found a cool room, in the barrio brasil, 2 blocks from the metro, with a big window. yay window. a young artist-architect couple owns the house, one of those big old colonial houses with internal patios and lots of random odd-shaped rooms. my room for example is a long skinny rectangle. it suits me fine. there are two other room-renters living there, two british girls studying here for the year from cambridge. (mish) they are very friendly and not the annoying british types i usually encounter travelling down here so all is well. the couple also has a 8 month old baby Columba who is super sweet and giggly...she's always smiling and just doing cute baby things.

so the room situation was set a week ago. the past week has been spent, celebrating sivan's birthday...she turned 24 on sunday and we celebrated by:

- hanging out in a park for 12 hours with our friend peewee and a bunch of crazy chilean students. yes, 12 hours. its what they do every friday, apparently. the onda of parks in santiago is something you just don't find in the states...everyone just hangs out, playing music, drinking, laughing, being weird...i love it.

- listening to music and drinking mojitos at La Casa en el Aire in bellavista, this cool bar/music place where chilean folk musicians come and play and get all political. we sang along to victor jara and molotov and silvio rodriguez and it was soooo fun. the whole place was singing along and dancing cueca

- partido: colo colo vs. u de chile. that's right, a craaaazy soccer game of the two rival teams in santiago. we were on the colo colo side (since u de chile is supposedly the fresa team) and it was crazy but fun...we learned all the chants and songs and had confetti thrown all over us and discovered we were the only girls there not accompanied by their boyfriends who were dragging them there. girls don't like futbol? we do! "campeon, campeon, campeon hay uno solo, se llama colo colo...." the only crappy part was that NO goals were scored, lots of almost goals, but it was rather anticlimatic. at least there were no riots.

- eating a super good cake marta made for sivan's cumpleaños. chocolate+cream+manjar oh jeez we almost died.

- tuesday we went to see inti illmani play for the día del trabajador (mayday)...it was awesome, lots of classic songs, everyone dancing and singing and jumping along, except short...they only played for about 40 minutes and the alameda was filled with people who didn't really know what to do after that...we all started clearing out slowly but the pacos were impatient to get the alameda cleared and the micros running again and so only a few minutes after the concert ended, they guanacos started hosing the crowd. i finally understood the people's anger toward the police here...they act violently toward crowds of people, no matter how peaceful the marcha. its the possibility of the people getting out of control...the power that a crowd of people has. that is what scares them...
so soon we were running down side streets, everyone dispersing in different directions, with guanacos and armored cars waiting around every corner. i renewed the memory of teargas, sucking a lemon that was passed to me, and tried to cover my nose and mouth with my scarf. everytime we tried to go one direction down a sidestreet, people would be running away from the pacos in the other direction. i asked our friends where do we go now? and they said eveyone goes back to their homes, the end of the marcha. why why why why why is it this way?

so what now. tomorrow i start translating my thesis. it will be an endeavor, but i'm ready for it. i feel like this is what i need to do right now, for the next month.
and then in a month i shall be home. home again home again jiggidy jig.

fotos finally

this is just a taste...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/magpi

where i have been

two weeks ago sivan and i set out on a rural bus from temuco, headed toward the cordillera, aka the andes mountains. we had heard about this eco-tourism/indigenous rights group that worked out in the mountains, and we contacted them, and offered to come help out in exchange for accomodations. we really didn't know much more than that.

we got off the bus at the puente mapocho, a small bridge in the countryside, and Ignacio, one of the founders of this organization, Trafkura, was there to meet us. Trafkura is essentially a nature preserve run by a group of chilean activists, trying to make a living off of eco-tourism and spreading the word of forest preservation and indgienous rights around chile. Ricardo, another one of the founders, is the architect of the Trafkura locale and he has built with his two hands all the structures onsite. there's a main house which is built in the traditional mapuche style, with the fogòn or fireplace being the centerpiece of the house, with a savvy roof that keeps the rain out and yet allows the smoke to escape. the majority of those two weeks were spent aroudn the fogòn - cooking, conversing, warming ourselves - the center of the household, the center of trafkura life. collecting firewood is the most important daily task at trafkura because without it, you can't do much - the fire becomes the source of all basic necesities. i miss it already, and we only left this morning...

for two weeks we slept in a tent, cooked everything from scratch, ate some of the best bread i've had in my life, made marmalade from fruit we picked ourselves, learned how to nurse a fire, had amazing conversations and some stupid ones too, took cold showers with the most amazing view of the mountains, cut bamboo with a machete, sang songs, learned how to serve and share matè, climbed moutnains and collected piñones from the amazing araucaria trees just below the clouds, had some intense dreams every night in the tent, got soaking wet, walked and walked, hammered and sawed, got dirty. really dirty.

have i become a hippy? am i going to go back to berkeley with dreads and move into loth? no...
but this was an amazing time that i can't really explain on a blog. i'll show you fotos when i get back, and maybe you'll understand a bit better.

now we're in pucòn, a lake town about an hour from temuco. we're spending the night here...had my first hot shower in two weeks and man was it wonderful. tomorrow, i'm determined to get to some hot springs....can't leave the lakes district without some termas.
tomorrow night we're headed back to santiago...to upload fotos ((yes! finally!)) and eat some choripan.

word on the street is that i'm looking at tickets home. it's true. i'll let you know more when i figure it out myself.

ay voy

into the mountains of the araucania...

http://www.trafkuraexpediciones.cl

i'll be back soon

navi-GAG

yes, unfortunately, the navimag got me. as our dear chilean compadre on the boat so poetically expressed, the dormitories turned into vomitories on fine day at sea along the coast of chile. happy happy. joy joy.

we got off this navimag boat last night. after having nothing but good weather our whole trip trekking around the south, we had to get the bad weather on the freakin boat of all things. the patagonian channels seemed like they would have been spectacular, if we could see through the fog and withstand the intense wind that attacked you whenever you stepped foot on the upper decks. it rained pretty much the whole time, cooping up about 150 foreigners in the dining area/lounge. it was, at times, pretty hellish. at least they had lots of films to keep us occupied but there were barely enough seats to accomodate everyone....we ended up sprawling everywhere on the floor and people got pretty vicious over seat-saving.

we encountered the most americans we've seen the whole trip... several retired couples, a pack of alaskans, an obnoxious duo from california, and one very drunk connecticutian. he was the highlight for sure. sivan and i were already getting a little tired of the whole hostal foreigner scene and the daily dose of conversation ("so how long have you been travelling? where've you been? where you headed next? when you going home?") and the irritating competition over who is the more budget-savvy backpacker, or more hardcore trekker or has seen the most people. then we spent 4 days cooped up with nothing but this...i'm starting to want to stray from this type of travelling for a while....
we did however meet a sweet couple who were our bunkmates, an argentinan girl named paola and a hysterical california transplant eric. they met in calafate and were travelling together ever since...super cute and funny and we had a great time heckling drunk passengers with them. we now have a place to stay in buenos aires with paola if the need arises, woot!

on the second day of the boatride we were supposed to leave the patagonian channels and enter the pacific ocean for 14 hours of ocean time....they advised us to take a seasick pill, so we did, and then drugged up and drowsy, they announced a few hours later the weather was too intense and so we would anchor in the channels and wait for better weather. so we ended up staying the night anchored and then, without warning, they launched onto the high seas at about 6am. i awoke to anchory sounds and a sensation like being in an oversized cradle/tilt o whirl ride at the foster city fair. at first, it was kinda fun, then, without warning, el mareo hit me and i leapt off my bed and stumbled my way into the bathroom, slamming back and forth into walls teh whole way there. the loudspeaker lady calmly announced a bit later, "we are now sailing in the golfo de penas", and now i know why they named it such...pena being misery. me dio mucha pena, de verdad. i spent the next 12 hours in bed, ipod firmly implanted in my ears, clutching a plastic bag while my life swayed on in the distance. i've never been on a freakin boat, and i doubt i ever will again. so much for my future as a sailor...

luckily we had nice weather the last day so EVERYBODY was on the upper decks in the sun, after that day of misery. ugh. we arrived late in puerto montt and had the good fortune of meeting a lady at the station who offered us a private room for a good price...turns out she bakes this amazing wheat bread from scratch everyday (maiken! the germans left this influence behind!) so we had the best breakfast we've had in a while. sivan's a bit under the weather (i still feel like i'm on a freakin boat today too) so we'll stay here one more night before heading north again. yay lakes district and araucania!

scalped by torres del paine

i encountered/realized many things during our six days trekking in torres del paine...

= thirty plus pounds of mochila can be incredibly heavy when you are trekking up and down mountains six hours a day
= dehydrated soups and rice don't really feed you, they fill you with sodium
= i can sweat out more water than i consume
= there are so so so many stars in the universe
= when a map says a trail will take you 3.5 hours, that means six hours
= glacier lakes form a color that exists nowhere else (mikey will remember this color)
= hot showers can save your life
= there are some interesting characters that come from all over the world to torres; we met czechs, holandeses, mexicans, koreans, franceses, germans, brits, aussies, canadians, brazilians, españoles, italianos, chinos, and lots of israelis
= palta/aguacate/avocado is the food of the gods
= the wind lives in torres del paine and every night she runs laps around the moutains to amuse herself and to toss the tents around a bit
= to climb a moutnain, you need a mantra to make your pobrecito feet keep moving
= my feet and the earth are one and same
= don't think you can defeat mud, you can't
= the mochila can be your savior and your doom
= there is no water more quenching than glacier water
= in physical endurance you can find fuerza and a calming sort of peace

this has been the most physically challenging week of my life. i never ever ever thought in my wildest dreams that i would be able to do the things i did. sivan and i are amazed at our own strength...and i never would have done it without sivan. i would have wussed out for sure. sixty kilometers in total we trekked, alongside some hardcore trekkers. sivan's mochila tossed her in a stream and yet kept her from getting hurt. my mochila chucked me into mud, and managed to scalp me on a rock...i stood up and a small chunk of hair fell from my head. scalped by torres del paine, yup that's me.

wide open. todo bien.

glaciarrica

we arrived in el chaltén not really knowing what to expect...

el calafaté we had some idea of, being the gateway to a big glorious castle of ice, and oh did we get that. the perito moreno glacier was above and beyond what i ever expected...a true fortress of icey peaks and towers extending between a two mountain ranges that goes on for miles...i was gasping and hopping all the way down the platforms to get closer to the glacier goddess. i could have sat there for days, eyeing that mother as she rumbled like thunder and released pedacitos of herself into the lake surrounding her...there really are no words for her, but i am so very sure that she is one of the great mothers of this earth, for from glaciers come mountains and soil and lakes and all that is holy. you must come pay her some respect. please.

after spending the day courting the glaciers, there wasn't much left to calafaté except some bougey shops and pizza. so we went on a whim to el chaltén...four hours of unpaved road later, we arrived at the gateway to the true national park. all is completely free, park entrance, camping, all of it. so sivan and i, in honor of the día de la mujer, pulled up our mochilas and set out trekking the four hours to the campsite. it was intense, up and down rocky hills with 40lbs on your back...i felt the pain of the llamas and wondered why people do such things. but the view along the way, precioso. the campsite, lo maximo. how can you go wrong when you can see the glaciar looming above your heads as you camp. drinking water flowing fresh from the glacier. i found out why they call them sweatshirts, and i tell you, they hold sweat quite well. it was painful at times, but i can attest that we spend our día de la mujer showing what us womens got. fuerza. for sure.

and that was just the training course. we got back friday evening, cutting an hour off our time. damn straight. tomorrow is the real test, for we leave mañana en la mañana for torres del paine. we're planning 7 days of trekking, doin the "W", this fatty trek aroudn the park. we're planning 7 days so as to give us lots of time to hike without having to rush around with all those kilos of stuff. i can't wait really......

hmm...howabout some random amusing things:

- we continue with our quest to seek out and ride any seesaw we come across, seesaws being the best playground equipment ever invented. unfortunately, sivan got a little too excited on calafatés seesaw and managed to wrap her legs around it as she fell and clunk down hard on her shoulder. ay mujer. it was funny though...why is pain amusing?

- our busdriver to the glaciar perito moreno asked us what part of chile we're from. dammit.

- strangely enough, when we crossed the frontera back into chile, we felt more at ease, at home. argentina isn't our style...me miss all the sipo cachai huevadas. en serio, po. i don't get it either. oh and we missed the avocados. mmmm, so goood.

- today we were the translators for the torres del paine info session at our hostal here in puerto natales...the other atendees were from the czech republic and holland. i was amused by my translations, how my english comes out all choppy in spanish grammatical form.

all this glacier time has opened my head up wide and i feel more tranquila than i have in a long time...thanks for being patient with my lack of postings....my head was much too foggy at first to even express things to myself, let alone commit them to words for y'all to read.

pero, ahora sí. tomorrow the trekking begins...

barilo-CHE (get it?)

i know, i'm crap at writing.

we've left santiago, and we're headed south, that's right...hasta los glaciares. glaciers and llamas and lakes, that's the idea.

after a few days in valparaíso with our crazy friend russ ((he was on the same exchange program as us 2 years ago excpet he never left....he started a hostel in valpo and now he's making bank...he's put all kinds of crazy business ideas in our heads about chliean-startups)), we went back to santiago and spent a few days hanging out and finally feeling reaquainted with the city and the people. finally down with cachais and the slurring...my spanish finally reaquainted with my brain and mouth too.

but we're done with city. glacier time. we're in barliloche now...by pseudo-lake tahoe chillin with the argentine style. there's lots of argentine teenagers here, and since its the last weekend before school starts, there are gaggles of them roaming the streets, flaunting their flawless style and identical shaggy haircuts, mostly making us feel old. we thought about going to a club last night....then we realized all we have are camping clothes and if we were even to enter a club it would be considered an offense against minors. seriously.

we're ready to head on south...we tried to go to the national park here, only to find out you can only reach it via car or by taking a tour on the boat. so we walked along the road...very exciting. at least we found a really great secluded lookout over the lake after three hours of road-following. tomorrow we head for el calafate, where one of the biggest most active glaciers in the world is...perito moreno! woot! the only thing is, we're going to have to take a 28hour bus ride to get there...but knowing sivan and i, who seem to have no problem amusing ourselves with our own absurdity, it will go by quick.

i miss everybody... write me, let me know how things are going at home...this is my connection.

three weeks in, all is well on this continent.

recuperando

sixth day chavos, and it feels like we've been here months

sivan and i are finally fed up with hostal gringolandia ((not the real name but appropriate!)) pues tomorrow we're heading to valparaiso for a few days...we have a friend from the eap program we originally came to chile with who is working at a hostal there and so we're hoping to get the hookup and just to hang out because he's a super funny guy. plus, if any of you don't know about valparaiso, please do an image search on google...it is san francisco/cuba and super cool.

the past few days have been pretty intense yet helpful in many ways...i think i forgot about the attention we get as extranjeras here...unwanted attention from males and unwanted attention from females. these irish girls at the hostel went dancing the other night and the chilenas on the dance floor were so vicious to them, pushing them and even pulling their hair! jeez. we went to a carrete (party) that a friend invited us to on saturday night and everyone just assumed we didn't speak spanish since we were introduced as being extranjeras...it was a pretty gross feeling having people talk to us in in a mocking tone of broken english "du yew oonderstand vat i say?" and then saying "ellas no cachen nada (they don't understand anything)" to each other. bueno, i showed them i spoke spanish, even CHILEAN spanish just fine. and then they start saying "hablai como mexicana..." ay, i just couldn't win. i dunno i felt like i wasn't really subjected to that before...or maybe i just didn't get it then.

still, we're getting reacquainted with the place...although i am finding myself with the gana to travel farther, somewhere outside of chile after we head south. brazil perhaps?

tercer día -- parte dos

((read the first part of the viaje below!))

bueno...panamá hacia santiago. we flew copa to escape taca's four-part 24 hour journey that we took 2 years ago. this turned out to be more of an epic than before. at least they fed us. even if we didn't eat the food cause it was nasty. but at least they fed us.

got to panamá, no problem. casí no dormí but i figured i would sleep on the longer flight to santiago. tonta yo. just remember, when you agree on sitting in the last row, the seats don't recline, and there are ALWAYS people waiting to use the lavatory. they like to lean their elbows on your shoulder while they wait for the lavatory. pues, i didn't sleep much.
al fin, santiasco, lleno de smog. no really, it was rather endearing to fly over that city...the same way i feel when i fly over DF, a sense of nostalgia and fondness. tuesday evening. spent about an hour going back and forth between booths of bureaucracy in the airport attempting to argue our way out of paying another $100 entrance fee. americans have to pay this "reciprocity fee" when they enter chile by plane...the US makes them pay igual. however, we paid the $100 two years ago, and were told that it would last the life of our passport. now they said that since we had entered on a student visa two years prior, and now we were entering at tourists, we had to pay again. we tried our best, but after visiting 5 different booths and pleading our case to the immigation officials, we had no case. thus, we exited airport with $100 less and a recovery of my chilean accent. yay.

finally picked up our mochilas, loaded ourselves up like llamas and walked out the curb to catch the centropuerto bus i am all to familiar with. sivan was impressed with my recollection of geographical details and logistics. i feel like the geography of this city is so firmly etched in the folds of my brain i couldn't shake it if i tried. i think i inherited that patch of grey matter from my dad. the feeling i got on the streets of santiago was one i had not anticipated in the slightest. tranquilidad completa...as if i had just gone on a weekend trip and here i was again. excitement, yes, claro que sí, but more calmness. algo raro. trekked from los heroes station the 8 blocks to the hostel. we'd never stayed there but it remained like the last time i had been there, gigante, social and full of adventurous european, american and australian tourists. a few brasileños too. they lost our reservation (yay) and as we exhaustedly pondered the options (breakdown or regreso) they found us beds. we ditched the mochilas and went to eat empanadas (que rico) and drink real cocacola in the plaza.

wednesday was spent wandering the streets. cerro santa lucía. cafe cortado. jugos naturales. bellavista. micros. y el accento. i couldn't walk the street without giggling, hearing the accent that i had strangely missed in california. one major difference: the yellow micro buses of chaos were missing...in their place clean white buses with a green diagonal strip down the side. where had the micros gone? (our friend said those white buses were merely the only ones painted over "this is chile" he said,"what do you expect!") we arrived just in time to witness el gran cambio de santiago: transantiago. the micro system had been nationalized, and the chilean govt was attempting to organize and make sense of the mad anachic micro system. organize means reduce the number of buses and bus lines, regulate a schedule and bus stops - thus hoping to reduce pollution and present chile as a more civilized country though a regulated system of transportation. the result: complete chaos. there were not enough buses, huge crowds of people waited at every "stop" (there were never really bus stops before, you could flag down any bus anywhere on the street before), and the buses were full to the brim - we're talking people crammed against windows, bodies hanging out the doors. in addition, they didn't want people to pay in change on the bus anymore - they wanted people to buy a re-chargable card with money on it to speed the process of boarding the bus and making the job easier for the drivers. the problem with this: the card-reading machines were not working. thus, for the past five days, riding the micros has been completely free. the bus lines were cut to a quarter of the previous routes, thus people now have to take three buses to get to a destination where before they could take one. meanwhile they had created a new line on the metro that reached new neighborhoods "de la clase baja" como dicen acá...and there's propoganda all over the street picturing smiling fair-skinned chileans offering to share their metro with you. how gracious. however, the metro doesn't get you all the way home, and after cutting so many micro lines, people have to improvise and fight their way onto a micro just to get to work. on top of all this, they introduced the accordion buses to the avenidas prinicpales and they are getting in accidents left and right. i'm not sure if the conductores just aren't used to driving such long buses or what but at three people have be killed this week in micro accidents and many have been injured. thus, the word on the street, at all times, wherever you go, is what the %&¿! is this transantiago crap?? no sirve para nada. caos completa.

there's my editorial on the state of santiago. jeez i'm long winded. see i told you i'd make up for days of no contact, if anyone has read this far even.

how do i feel? stangely at home. sivan and i thought nobody really cared we were returning. when we started phoning friends and family wednesday night everyone was worried "¿que les pasó? ¿cuando llegaron?" -- and everyone wants to see us. so we've been running around seeing friends and it's been great. i was really worried about my spanish and about coping with the chilean accent/slur/lack of words de nuevo, but surprisingly i feel more confident than ever. i finally feel like i can throw myself into a conversation with chileans with little fear of being verbally trampled. don't ask me why porque no tengo ni idea de donde vino esta confianza but i'm glad to have it. i think the secret is not to focus on the words but the slurring. if you can fit an entire sentence into one syllable, chileans will understand you.

it's really wonderful, de verdad. right now, i'm happy. it's summer, i'm already sunburned, and we're in chile. all is good in this hemisphere.
thanks for reading all this.

tercer dia -- cien mil disculpas

estoy mala, yo lo sé
i haven't written and for this i know everyone is worried...but les voy a contar todo and then you'll understand! ((i've returned to the land of spanglish so hopefully me entienden))

so the flight was for early monday, 12:30am, aka, sunday night. i flew to LA, hung out with sivan and her family, then we were off to the airport. it was a treacherous 2 hours in line just to check in. had something to do with a pack of missionaries having too much luggage and another pack of gringo-hunter types who wanted to check in a dozen HUGE coolers that i can only imagine were packed with bear carcasses and the remains of ex-girlfriends. creepy.
anyways so we said or goodbyes to sivan's family and passsed security to wait at the gate, in our exhausted/delirious state that always follows days of preparation and heavy farewells before a big trip. the plane was delayed, til 1:30, no big deal until 1:30 came and we found out the plane had arrived too late from panamá ((they were going to fly from panamá to LAX then return right away? no tengo ni idea)) so it couldn't go through immigration, resulting in...flight cancellation. hurrah.
all that mental preparation, line-wating, farewells, todo. down the drain.

what followed was a several hour game of survival of the fittest. yes they were going to put us up in a hotel, but they didn't tell us anymore than that. they just told us to return to the ticket counter and await further instruction. how would you intend to handle a plane full of tired frustrated nasty passengers? i don't think they had any idea either. they told us to wait in line unitl they helped all the families with kids and the "elite" passengers. that lasted about 10 minutes. soon some stubborn fresa women, all decked out in platform shoes, blonde highlights and attitude, snagged one of the pobrecito copa attendants and began to argue their way into getting out of line and into a hotel. another group of five guys whom to me resembled the pack of pirates from the life aquatic surrounded the counter like pirahnas and proceeded to work the attendants with their pirate skills. after that, the line lost its authority and people began to storm the counter, demanding information and hotel rooms.

at first sivan and i were peeved. these people with no patience and no respect for line etiquette. then i realized, this was a darwinian experiment at its finest, that the polite were obviously going to be the last ones waiting, so i too deserted the line. i followed the lead of the the pack of panamanian women cooing at the young attendant at the counter and snapping at any female attendants who tried to regulate. within ten minutes we had a room at the radisson and were waiting at the curb for the shuttle. when i looked back at the line, the only people who remained were a group of very-confused looking americans, awaiting instruction. i think sivan advised them to desert the line as well.

on the shuttle we met all sorts of people, from spain, panama, guayaquil, and the pack of pirates, who, to my amazement, actually turned out to be pirates. well, close at least -- merchant marines from the phillipines. they were going back to guayaquil, "for the women," they said. the hotel was full of us copa passengers, all stuck in the hotel for the day with a fistful of meal vouchers and no luggage. we wandered around the lobby, obviously out of place in this very business-chique locale, a mish-mashed bunch of foreigners in no-mans land. sivan and i slept until 1pm, ate at the bar downstairs and managed to find a bus that could take us to santa monica for the day, a strange state of purgatory between the US and Chile. at the radisson. in LA.

our flight left at 11:30 pm monday night. an odd deja vu in which i wasn't entirely sure we were really going anywhere. i had this strange feeling we'd be back at the radisson again that night and then return home on tuesday. despite my doubts, we boarded the plane and set out for panamá.

*ding*ding* round two!

here we go again, sivan and I shall be setting out for santiago in a mere seven days. consider this the continuation of the first chile epic...this time we leave with a one way ticket and a blank slate. my life right now is very much a blank slate...and i've got a fistful of chalk in all sorts of colors.
everyone keeps saying i'm leaving "indefinitely"...and i've come to dislike the word. yes, my plans are indefinite, but i'm not the scheduling type. all i know for sure is that we're going to visit our chilean family and friends in santiago, and take it from there. oh and of course we'll be returning to the glaciers. as al gore says, they won't be around much longer, so i plan on spending lots of quality time with my icey friends.
for further plans...just read on. you'll know when i do.

oh and please feel free to comment excessively! comments are my favorite.