Captain Casanova, Herbal Highs and Flying Nuns- Flying into Chile and other things.

Hola from Chile!

Firstly, Im using a spanish computer and everything is in the wrong place, so if I spell something retardly I hereright apologise.

So. The flight here was pretty sweet, some of you may know that I get (just a litte) uptight before I do any overseas travel. I especially hate airoplanes, so I was pretty much just loading up on Rescue Remedy herbal meds, hoping that they would calm me down enough for the flight. But just as we were about to take off, I started having an attack of the panics again, so to calm my nervs, I played a quick game of Terrorist or no Terrorist. Its basically similar to Deal or no Deal, you just have to choose who out of all the passengers is most likely a terrorist. I chose the Balinese guy adjacent to me wearing a face mask. Health conscience? More like killing us with diseases through the air vents.

Anyway thats about it for the flight (which had a pilot called Captain Casanova hahaha) until I got to Santiago. I was accosted by some customs folk who all spoke spanish at me, and I was all like "calm your farm, its just weetbix". A little spanish dude helped me with all my backs for "a smaaaall feeee". I then went and waited for my connecting flight to Concepcion. I saw a nun and was stoked, I've never seen one before! I was stunned out of my mind at all the smog in Santiago, seriously you can't see anything, its really polluted and it makes me sad because there is such a beautiful view surronding the place. Flying out of the city, I could see the Andes, and it was seriously one of the most beautiful views of my life. My eyeballs were basically falling out of my face.

So Im here now in Concepcion, this morning Kane took me on a bus over the river into the city and showed me around. There is heaps of damage from the earthquake, i have some photos of a few buildings that are basically about to fall over, that no one deals with because they are avoiding thhe costs of sorting it out. We went past the shack city as well, were all the poor live. There is no state housing, so apparently there is this rule that if you make a shack on some free land and live there long enough it is yours, hence shacks in random places i.e. traffic island. It really made me appreciate the beautiful place that NZ is, and how lucky we are to live there *emotional*.

Also dogs crap everywhere. Gross.

In other news, spirits are extreemly cheap here. Absolut Voddy, a cheeky $20. Malabu, hello $17. Also a shout out to Anna Oud, I have honest to goodness seen about 15 shoes stores so far. No joke. All next to each other. The shoe:clothes ratio is like 5:1. Classic.

Anyway thats it for now, Im being antisocial because my computer isnt working and I have to go to another end of the house.