I loved Santiago, the capital of Chile.
We flew there from Arica, escaping the 32 hours bus ride through the desert. God bless discount airlines…
We took the bus from the airport, still half sleepy. I felt like I was in Europe: cobblestone alleys, streets names like “Paris” and “London”, newspapers and cigarettes kiosks, parks, fountains, kids playing around… An overall relaxed atmosphere, which made the city very welcoming.
We checking in an hostel (at the corner of “Paris” and “London” streets!) and went for a walk, looking for food. We ended up at the mercado central, a nice fish market where you can have a cheap lunch: fish soup and grilled fish with mashed potatoes, nice and fresh.
We walked around, caught an American movie, eat some more snacks from the panadería and slept for hours. It felt good.
We spent the second day visiting the Parque Metropolitano, a huge park nearby a bohemian district. We climbed on top of the hill to enjoy a full view of the city. We relaxed, bracing ourselves for the next stop…
… the end of the world. Patagonia, Terria Del Fuego, here we come!