(Photo of Carolina and myself. Carolina was our first real encounter with a local. Needless to say, she coulsn't speak a word of english and we couldn't speak a word of spanish- she has emailed me in March in spanish- I'm going to need Camma's help to translate and reply.)
Hey!
This won´t prolly happen every day...but since I have access ...I thought I´d write to you guys and let you in on the goss....
It´s our second day in Chile and we´ve had a so...so day, although Jag´s day has definitely taken a turn for the better...possibly even best....hehe. I should let her tell the story on her blog...but She is still in action...so you might not hear about it for a couple of days.
Our morning started off....in the afternoon (about 2pm...). We took a leisurely trip up a mountain on an almost vertical (maybe a bit of an exageration) train up a mountain...then took quite a fast cable car back down the mountain...again the language barrier kind of kicked in and so coming down took a little longer than necessary.
However...the language thing didn´t really reach maximum crescendo until we found ourselves at the bottom of the mountain...and no where to go. We had no idea how to get back to the hostel...no cars, no train station...etc. When we had asked people about it, in our minimal spanish, we got a whole verbal tirade of directions back...of which we understood only the pointing, and we came to a point where pointing took us NO FURTHER.
So we stopped a woman on the street and asked her...unfortunately...she was getting no where communicating with us and vice versa...so, finally she motioned for us to follow her.
It took us 10 mins...she was talking...we were talking...neither of us were understanding, but we persevered. Jag got out her spanish book...and told me to tell the girl what I was studying (telling me exactly what to say)...even though we were quite sure that was not what she´d asked. She wanted our email add...and so we exchanged addresses...but don´t know how we are going to communicate...Oh well.
We sort of figured out at the end that this girl had gone 10 mins out of her way...to show us to the train station...even though she had gotten through to us (sort of) that she was running late for work...feel so bad!
Then we had the worst food ever...won´t ever try ordering stuff without knowing what it means.
Anyway...then we tried a salsa club that would have rivalled any salsa club in Melbourne (We were the only 2 people there)...so we left and had some pizza...Italian in Chile. Then we chilled with the people at the hotel...who´d just had a BBQ...and Jag is still chatting to (flirting with) one hot, steamy, tall, brooding, possibly young englishman...good on her. Am about to find out if she wants to be alone...here goes!
Will keep you posted...or Jag will...:D
Buenas Noches,
Shyama.
This won´t prolly happen every day...but since I have access ...I thought I´d write to you guys and let you in on the goss....
It´s our second day in Chile and we´ve had a so...so day, although Jag´s day has definitely taken a turn for the better...possibly even best....hehe. I should let her tell the story on her blog...but She is still in action...so you might not hear about it for a couple of days.
Our morning started off....in the afternoon (about 2pm...). We took a leisurely trip up a mountain on an almost vertical (maybe a bit of an exageration) train up a mountain...then took quite a fast cable car back down the mountain...again the language barrier kind of kicked in and so coming down took a little longer than necessary.
However...the language thing didn´t really reach maximum crescendo until we found ourselves at the bottom of the mountain...and no where to go. We had no idea how to get back to the hostel...no cars, no train station...etc. When we had asked people about it, in our minimal spanish, we got a whole verbal tirade of directions back...of which we understood only the pointing, and we came to a point where pointing took us NO FURTHER.
So we stopped a woman on the street and asked her...unfortunately...she was getting no where communicating with us and vice versa...so, finally she motioned for us to follow her.
It took us 10 mins...she was talking...we were talking...neither of us were understanding, but we persevered. Jag got out her spanish book...and told me to tell the girl what I was studying (telling me exactly what to say)...even though we were quite sure that was not what she´d asked. She wanted our email add...and so we exchanged addresses...but don´t know how we are going to communicate...Oh well.
We sort of figured out at the end that this girl had gone 10 mins out of her way...to show us to the train station...even though she had gotten through to us (sort of) that she was running late for work...feel so bad!
Then we had the worst food ever...won´t ever try ordering stuff without knowing what it means.
Anyway...then we tried a salsa club that would have rivalled any salsa club in Melbourne (We were the only 2 people there)...so we left and had some pizza...Italian in Chile. Then we chilled with the people at the hotel...who´d just had a BBQ...and Jag is still chatting to (flirting with) one hot, steamy, tall, brooding, possibly young englishman...good on her. Am about to find out if she wants to be alone...here goes!
Will keep you posted...or Jag will...:D
Buenas Noches,
Shyama.
4 comments:
Hahaha
Nice to hear that the trip is going better than the rocky start...
btw this is akhil... I hope the trip is worth it... you guys are missing out on a great season of 24 :P...
Not much goss here, but as you know, if there is i will inform you...
WE all miss you...
Talk soon... bye
Hi Aka, so glad you are checking my blog. Make sure the others do aswell. I can´t write much as these keys are different. i can{t wait to watch 24...so not fair.
jag
Hey guys,
Love the updates, just realised you would be staring the trek soon, hope its awesome!!
PS Wots happened to the englishman??
selvi
Selvi - the english man was a beautiful version of Jude Law. He was absolutely gorgeous. We chatted for about 2 or 3 hours till maybe 2am. But he has gone his way and we have gone our way.
Love you,
Jag.
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