You would think that, with on-demand movies, audio, and games, our flight to Santiago would've been awesome. Not so. It was the pits and left us terribly haggard and worn.
When we finally wanted to sleep (after taking advantage of the in-flight entertainment system), some stupid girl across the aisle from me literally coughed non-stop for SIX HOURS STRAIGHT. I'm not even exaggerating. Everybody around us was totally annoyed. Two people actually walked over and gave her cough drops at different times, which, being the inconsiderate idiot she was, she didn't take!
And here is a classic example of why I'm a bitch, and Mr. Monkey's a saint. When I whispered my frustration to him, he simply whispered back, "Think of how she must feel, though. She is so sick, is on a plane, and knows she is causing everyone to suffer through her own suffering."
Saint, I tell you.
I maintain she was an inconsiderate idiot. She was wearing shorts and socks with holes, and, I repeat, did not take the cough drops given to her. Wrap yourself in a blanket, and stuff your mouth with lozenges! It's not that hard!
When we finally got off the plane at 6 a.m., we were zombies. I was so glad when we got to our hotel.
funicular up to the Santuario de la Inmaculada Concepcion, which I will blasphemously call Big Virgin Mary for ease of reference.
lot of stray dogs here. I'm not even sure how these dogs got up the steep hill. Did they ride the funicular, too?
teleferico, too. This, my friends is nothing more than a cable gondola, otherwise known as The Skyway at Disneyland.
Pike Place Fish Market meets Grand Central Market meets your local farmers' market...except all in Spanish and ever-so-slightly more primitive. Chile is quite the wealthy country, but it's still just a baby step behind the U.S. in a few respects. Then again, isn't almost all of the world? I sure do love our country! (Sorry. Ugly American moment.)
After another hot shower, we ordered room service (seafood stew, au gratin corn pie, fried conger, and a strawberry shake for Mr. Monkey). Mr. Monkey observed that this was in line with our usual travel practice -- we almost always get room service for dinner on day one because we're just too damn tired!
Sorry that there are no pics of dinner. I was tired and ravenous at the same time and simply couldn't be bothered to use my camera in the hotel room. I can tell you, though, that the au gratin corn pie was freakin' awesome. It's actually called pastel de choclo gratinado con azucar, in case you'd ever like to order it. Imagine a savory stew-like bottom filled with meat, onions, and other vegetables topped with a cheesy and somewhat sweet moist cornmeal on top and then all baked in a hot pot. Que sabroso!