It's a bit Chile...
Trip Start
Nov 10, 2009
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Trip End
May 07, 2010
Dragged kicking and screaming out of our suite, we were given a fond farewell from Mercedes, the Guest Services Manager and, with promises to return to Buenos Aires, we bundled into a taxi and winged our way to the airport. Our driver had both a rabbit's foot and a rosary swinging from his rearview mirror and, given the state of his driving, this seemed a sensible precaution.To our surprise, we arrived at the airport safe and sound and before we knew it were aboard a two-hour LAN flight to Santiago.
On our arrival, Santiago was veiled in a hazy mist that fell from the surrounding snow-capped mountains (either that or a fog from the fumes of traffic that clogged every artery into the city...) The Andes tower dramatically above the beige high-rises of Santiago, providing an intriguing juxtaposition of natural beauty and the purported aesthetics of seventies architecture. Not that we had time to consider this juxtaposition – our lives were too busy flashing before our eyes. Chilean drivers are no better than Argentines. Again, with more than a little surprise, we managed to arrive at our hotel unscathed.
The guidebooks warned us not to expect much from Santiago. However, today we spent a pleasant afternoon exploring the city. We caught the cheap and cheerful metro into town. We were anxious that the ticket people would not accept one of our 5,000 pesos notes and I berated Per for having withdrawn such vast amounts of cash. What if we got mugged? I wailed. Who in their right mind would accept such big notes? It was only halfway through the day we learnt that 5,000 pesos is only a fiver and we had, in total, withdrawn £10… Anyhoo, we wandered aimlessly though the more picturesque parts of Santiago befriending a class of enthusiastic school children (having lived in London too long, I was convinced they only wanted to happy-slap us), a pair of Chilean tourists, and a strange man from Puerto Natales. We also managed to interrupt two church services (no one seemed to mind) and climbed a beautiful hill which afforded even better views of the surrounding beige skyscrapers.
The Grand Hyatt here in Santiago is certainly a change from the Park Hyatt, frequented mainly by business travelers and tourist en route to elsewhere. Nevertheless it's great to stay somewhere new and its apparently the best hotel in the city. Our room, and the three-storey club lounge (where we indulge in very tasty – and free – food and drinks) also afford spectacular views of the Andes. Sadly, due to its Hitchcockian properties, I can’t recommend this hotel to mother - take a look at the photos…! Tomorrow, we’re taking a seven-hour bus ride to the wine district of Mendoza. Yes, seven hours. Apparently, it takes a stunning route though the Andes. As heavy rain is forecast for tomorrow, here’s hoping we can at least see through the windows…
Rabbit's foot and rosary
On our arrival, Santiago was veiled in a hazy mist that fell from the surrounding snow-capped mountains (either that or a fog from the fumes of traffic that clogged every artery into the city...) The Andes tower dramatically above the beige high-rises of Santiago, providing an intriguing juxtaposition of natural beauty and the purported aesthetics of seventies architecture. Not that we had time to consider this juxtaposition – our lives were too busy flashing before our eyes. Chilean drivers are no better than Argentines. Again, with more than a little surprise, we managed to arrive at our hotel unscathed.
Our room
The guidebooks warned us not to expect much from Santiago. However, today we spent a pleasant afternoon exploring the city. We caught the cheap and cheerful metro into town. We were anxious that the ticket people would not accept one of our 5,000 pesos notes and I berated Per for having withdrawn such vast amounts of cash. What if we got mugged? I wailed. Who in their right mind would accept such big notes? It was only halfway through the day we learnt that 5,000 pesos is only a fiver and we had, in total, withdrawn £10… Anyhoo, we wandered aimlessly though the more picturesque parts of Santiago befriending a class of enthusiastic school children (having lived in London too long, I was convinced they only wanted to happy-slap us), a pair of Chilean tourists, and a strange man from Puerto Natales. We also managed to interrupt two church services (no one seemed to mind) and climbed a beautiful hill which afforded even better views of the surrounding beige skyscrapers.
Somewhere in Santiago...
The Grand Hyatt here in Santiago is certainly a change from the Park Hyatt, frequented mainly by business travelers and tourist en route to elsewhere. Nevertheless it's great to stay somewhere new and its apparently the best hotel in the city. Our room, and the three-storey club lounge (where we indulge in very tasty – and free – food and drinks) also afford spectacular views of the Andes. Sadly, due to its Hitchcockian properties, I can’t recommend this hotel to mother - take a look at the photos…! Tomorrow, we’re taking a seven-hour bus ride to the wine district of Mendoza. Yes, seven hours. Apparently, it takes a stunning route though the Andes. As heavy rain is forecast for tomorrow, here’s hoping we can at least see through the windows…



Comments
We are really enjoying your photo's Katherine and Per and your interesting blog. We have decided NOT to visit Santiago, but Buenos Aires sounds lovely.
Stop berating Per!!!
Mary and I love your blog. Just had a good laugh. Of course it would be much funnier if we were there enjoying it with you! Never mind, this is the next best thing. Aunty J.
Soooooo, here I am supposedly working but too busy reading your blog and laughing too loudly ...I'm picturing Aunty J out there with you, she's right..it would be much funnier!!
Hello Anna! Hello Aunty J&M! Yes indeedy, you should ALL be here... I need someone to carry me to my room after a rather humungus dinner... xxx
Hey Kaff and Per,
loving your blog, keep it up chaps! Love the pics of the buffet at the Hyatt, yum!!!!! The hire car story was v. funny...lucky dougy!!! Thought of you when I had Masala Fish the other day after queing for 45 mins!
Keep up the good work and spare a thought for those of us working our fingers to the bone! He he he!
Get orn, moo x