After a fantastic NZ send off, in the form of beers and a barby with my old friend Ronnie, his family, and other Scarborough ex-pats (thanks again Ronnie, Fiona and Zack for your Kiwi hospitality - more meat than we could ever hope to eat!), we travelled back in time - literally. Taking off at 4pm we flew for 10 hours, crossed the International Date line, and landed in Santiago, Chile at midday on the same day - 4 hours earlier than we'd set off. The boys seem to accept the phenomenon quite easily, but Annie's having trouble.
Santiago feels like a European city, very clean, organised and modern. You could easily imagine that you're in Spain or Italy. We're staying in a spacious colonial building, all wood panelling and parquet floors, with tall wooden shutters and a balcony looking onto the cobbled streets below.
Still all struggling with jet-lag, and undecided what route to take between here and Argentina, but glad to be here. After a month in a tent, this feels like luxury.
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