Chile and the time zone 4
OK, crossing over the border from Peru to Chile was the 1st time, I think, that I’ve ever gone directly south and had the time zone change. Not only did it go forward. . . it went forward by TWO hours.
OK, crossing over the border from Peru to Chile was the 1st time, I think, that I’ve ever gone directly south and had the time zone change. Not only did it go forward. . . it went forward by TWO hours.
This particular bus driver was like almost all the drivers I have experienced in Latin America, which is to say, slightly insane. Double lines, signifying no-passing zones, are completely optional. In fact, I think most bus drivers just take them as challenges to try to pass multiple vehicles at once. Up hills. Around corners. Visibility to oncoming traffic?? Nah — the power the force will propel you to victory, Luke.
Back to Medellin. On one of the last nights I was there, Scott took us out in the neighborhood we were staying in. Really nice part of town and he lived in the area also, so he knew the spots. Scott, Garret, Morton and myself, grabbed some good food, and […]
My original plan before I started the trip was to go down Central America and the west side of South America, to about the middle of Chile, over to Argentina and then try to catch a freighter to South Africa and then go up the east side of Africa, though the Middle East, then to SE Asia, Australia, New Zealand and then the long boat home.
I was going to walk around the old town in Quito today, sightsee and take some pictures, but as I didn’t go to sleep last night until about 4 a.m., after a completely unexpected night at a discothèque with some new friends last night, I’m tired, hungry and slightly hung […]
But as it relates to my trip, I felt somewhat like the anti-Theroux. He primarily travels by train. So far on this trip, I have been almost exclusively a bus person. Those are two entirely separate worlds.