I've just completed a 1200 kilometre 16-hour bus journey from Chiloe to Santiago. My lady flies in this morning and with the Copa final tomorrow it was time to return to the big smoke.
16-hour bus journey vs 14-hour-flight - I am not sure which is more knackering.
I get to the Insolenta Princesa Hostel at 10am feeling like I've slept upside down on a bench. Katya arrives 90 minutes later looking equally knackered and spaced out.
It is a full day of sightseeing including the highlights of the bits I have seen before plus some extra new delights such as Barrio Brasil, Mercado Central, the world-class ice cream of some place I've sadly forgotten the name of, the old world cool of Nacional Cafe....and not a single cup of Nescafe in the mix.
Katya has jet lag. I've got bus lag. And my heart sinks...there is to be no ticket for me for tomorrow's Copa America final between hosts Chile and favourites Argentina. Blast, damn, shit.