Downtime Santiago
Trip Start
Jan 27, 2008
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Trip End
May 12, 2008
Mornings are a figment of the imagination for the majority of the Casa Roja residents. When I stir its is around 6am. I am woken either by my phone alarm, buried in my bag in the locker, or a huge trumpetting dawn chorous from the bed opposite. Anyhow I climb off the bunk bed to open my locker and silence the phone and then climb back into bed. I notice that Gaetan is absent, obviously still out or out cold somewhere.
I wake properly in time for lunch and find a reatuarant on Av Brasil who are doing a 3200 peso special, and very nice it is too. Sitting outside is a little chilly but stiull pleasant. In the afternoon I set up camp in my favourite internet cafe and later collect my laundry. Its a housekeeping day after all.
In the evening I make another visit to Platipus for a Thai green curry
I wake properly in time for lunch and find a reatuarant on Av Brasil who are doing a 3200 peso special, and very nice it is too. Sitting outside is a little chilly but stiull pleasant. In the afternoon I set up camp in my favourite internet cafe and later collect my laundry. Its a housekeeping day after all.
In the evening I make another visit to Platipus for a Thai green curry
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. As per everything Platipus the food is well presented and delicious. After settling up I go wander back to see who´s about in the Casa Roja garden. I speak to John and Chris, the English bar duo who dictated last night´s playlist and discover that last nights party finished around 10.30 this morning. Looks like I missed the last 9 hours then. They tell me Gaetan is lurking in the shadows and I join him and his mates for a beers. Gaetan simply doesn´t know where he was last night and swears tonight will be earlier for him. I have to say the man has stamina, I left him here about three weeks ago and I think he´s been doing the same shift since then. It does lead to confusion, mind, when he woke today he thought is was early morning as it was still a bit dingy outside. When he wandered through reception he saw that it was in fact 5.30pm. So by the time I met him tonight he´d been up about 3 hours. Way to go, or perhaps NOT the way to go. I wonder if he´ll still be here when I return from Arica. 
