Getting a bit chilly

Trip Start Aug 09, 2007
Trip End Jan 20, 2008

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Monday, December 3, 2007

12 hour bus journeys are never fun. Particularly not when you've had very little sleep. So when the hostel you're in decides it's going to have an "80s night" before your 7am bus, think about changing your journey. 80s night? Pah. I never dressed like that in the 80s...Ridiculous.
I missed most of it. Went for a curry with some people I'd been in the jungle with. A much better bet. And a very good madrass, too. Actually tasted hot, as well as pleasant. Shame about the lack of sleep. People with stupid moustaches asking me how they looked at 1am. Then lots of people piling back from a club round about 4am, making as much noise as they could. Ridiculous children who can't hold their beer. And most of them were probably barely old enough to remember the 80s. Pah. And pah, again.
Then I slipped in the rain and fell over whilst walking to the bus station. I'm OK. Thanks for being concerned. Oh no, you weren't. My mistake.
At least we had good films on the bus. Resident Evil 3. Better in the cinema - the zombies were bigger. Perfume. In Spanish. But with Spanish subtitles, which made it easier to follow. And a Steven Segal movie. He doesn't just act, you know. He also cooks. And was the first non-Japanese man to run an Aikido school in Japan. Urban Justice. Marvellous stuff - Segal's son is killed by some LA gang, and owing to police incompetence and corruption he has to go after them himself, to deal out some Urban Justice (hence the title). Although, watching it, he has put on a bit of weight recently. He looks quite porky, indeed. That'll be as a result of the cooking, I suppose.
"What are you going to cook today, Steven?"
"Pies. More pies".
You can see how it would happen.
Sadly, we reached Iquique before the end of the film, so I'll obviously need to watch it again to find out what happens. Hopefully, another bus will show it. And then show more Segal movies. Las chicas irelandes, who were in the jungle with me, were lucky enough to have a Segal double bill on a bus they were on. One about a set of female vampire things that Segal and his team have to hunt down. Which, to be honest, sounds about as good a film as you could get - vampires and Steven Segal. Who could ask for more? And another one in which he only appears briefly, but hands what they described as a "taekwondo belt" to his student who goes off looking for vengeance for something or other. I pointed out it would more likely be aikido than taekwando, it being Segal and all. They were impressed with my knowledge. Probably.
Anyway, Iquique. Seaside town. Slightly run-down in parts. Somewhat seedy air. Hmmm. It's Blackpool, innit? And closed on Sunday. So a cross between Blackpool and Macclesfield. But it does have sea-lions. Which is good. Plus, I recommed doing the harbour tour, if you come. Take a boat. Go and see more sea-lions and penguins. And the point at which Arturo Pratt's ship was sunk by the Peruvian navy.
Chile is expensive, though. Far more so than Bolivia. And the tourists are more annoying. Or at least the ones I've run across. Such as the girl in the restaurant last night. Sat on the next table to me. Must have been all of 19 or so. Braying loudly to her friend about how people "at home" were so parochial, and she couldn't stay there, but would have to hurry back to university. Yes. "So you've been to school for a year or two and you know you've seen it all". She went on, talking about how she'd like to run in the London marathon, and then mentioned that when you run in Africa, all the kids run alongside you. They are faster, too - apparently, it's "in the genes". FFS. They can probably dance better, too, can't they? But, I suspect she knows how they feel the cold. "The slum's got so much soul". Enough of these generalisations. We need solutions. Unfortunately, Pol Pot is as dead as the FKs (J&R). So that answer will no longer work. We need to think of something else. Suggestions welcome. But not machine gunning, as that's too quick and easy. I bet her "uni" was really a poly, as well.
Right. The USB port on this machine doesn't like my camera, so photos will have to wait. And I have only a month and a half left. Time presses, I must move on. Well, in fact, it doesn't press that much. But I need to keep the narrative drive going. So let's assume it does. Next stop San Pedro de Atacama. Southward Ho!
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