Sep 28, 2011
Languishing for much of the day at the hostel, only to venture out to eat some crap Chinese. Or was that yesterday? I've firmly decided to move on tomorrow, as much as I'm really enjoying Santiago and it's inhabitant(s). Unfortunately this also means the end of Paddy and Jameson's adventures together, as he has foolishly chosen to stay in Chile. I don't have the luxury of time anymore, so I must move on to Argentina, while he mooches around the coast here. He's already managed to replace me, taking a sneezing, sniffling Brazilian along for the ride. The mans nose needs putting down. He's having fits in his bed, and sounding like his pipes are being cleaned with acid. I don't envy the Irishman.