Diary extracts… My South American adventure

Santiago de Chile 22/07/2010

Dear Diary (lol),

It’s about 3am and I’d hoped I would be on a plane to Chile by now. But actually I am in MADRID on a COACH wearing JOGGERS in the middle of summer. I don’t have my suitcase and the only other clothes I have are a coat, jumper and scarf, since I thought I was going to a cold place. As it is, I won’t be in Chile for at least another 2 days – that is if there aren’t any more cock-ups! I don’t even have deodorant or spare knickers (small handbag didn’t allow for such luxuries) and I have a huge boil developing on my chin and my spot cream is in my suitcase. Disaster.

I did at least get to practise some Spanish – “Donde esta el bus?” However the woman replied in English. Hmm. On the plus side I did meet some nice Geordie lads, who are travelling for 4 months. We spent the plane journey doing crosswords and sudokus and I’m hoping (although it would be crap for them) that they also can’t get a flight until Sunday so we can go out and party in Madrid tomorrow! The staff on the flight were all – “Hey, you guys ever been to Madrid?!” As if this were some fantastic opportunity to explore the city. Thanks very much but yes I have been to Madrid and I rather fancied going to CHILE this time around. Plus, I do not know where I am. This hotel is in the middle of nowhere. We drove past some buildings that looked like prison. I will have to go into town, I suppose.

3.30am

A nice South American woman spoke to me in the lift. She is also going to Chile AND travelling alone! Hurrah! Maybe she will be my companion. She’s quite old, but I can tell she’s a fun loving criminal. She told me it’s a 20 minute bus ride into town. I will definitely need some shorts. Madrid is really hot. There is also a German couple. They’re in the room next door and I’m scared that I might hear them having sex. They’re going to Gran Canaria (I spied their ticket) and she is wearing lime green crocs and white cut offs.

I just remembered the film James and I watched in Barcelona. Basically Luke Wilson and Kate Beckinsale get trapped in their motel room and the motel owners attempt to brutally kill them, while playing violent, almost pornographic, videos of them murdering other people in the exact same room. I’m sure this place (Tryp Diana) isn’t like that though…

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