Partying+Travelling=ouch

Ezeiza Airport, Buenos Aires, Argentina -  03/01/2009

Do as I say, don’t do as I do: when travelling, take care of yourselves, rest, sleep a lot and as soundly as you can, so you can face each day with all your energy and health. Since I’ve begun this trip I have already performed 4 trips in a less than ideal physical condition mostly, not to say wholly, due to the lack of sleep and the excess of alcohol.

While still in Portugal, on the eve of my departure, I landed on my bed at 8am, knowing very well that I had to get up early to go and have lunch with my grandmother and then fly for more than 14 hours to the other side of the Atlantic.

In Santiago, perfectly aware that I had to take a taxi to the airport at 5am, I join the improvised barbeque that spontaneously spawned in the hostel and ended boarding the airplane soaked in Pisco and with no hours of sleep on me.

New Year’s Eve in Piriapolis, stayed in La Rinconada until dawn and got to the ferry with little over an hour of sleep.

Yesterday, even though I once again knew I had to take a taxi to the airport at 6am, I just couldn’t say no to the invitation of going out with Juancho and his friends and now, of course, here I am, watching the Ezeiza airport through a blurry filter of Fernet and Quilmes.

Of time and stuff

Hostal Forestal, Santiago, Chile – 28/01/2008

Time is relative. Supposedly Enstein said it. He didn’t say, though, that when travelling it is doubly so.  Allow me to explain…

Between the hours of sleep I managed to capture, Galeano’s Espejos – Una Historia Casi Universal, the newspapers, the writing, the music and the movies, the over 13 hours of flight were easily spent without much ado. I got an emergency exit seat, which allowed more than enough room for my legs and for some serious rest, the movies weren’t horrible (quite entertaining actually), Galeano’s book s a wonder in print and the writing is always a trustworthy companion; so, the trip, which a priori frightened me  a bit with the  ghost of boredom, was quite easy to digest.

However, the little over two hours I spent between landing at Santiago Airport and arriving at Hostal Forestal  were excrutiatingly hard to swallow and almost impossible to digest.  Firstly, the queue I mentioned in my previous post, which I claimed to miss. It was partly true, but more than the its slow pace it’s its inconsistent rythmn that turns out to be truly annoying. Either it moves at a snail-like pace burrying me in a pit of monotony dug tiny step after tiny step, or it accelarates quite harshly giving us all hope for a swift end to this odissey. False hopes of course, shattered by the quick return of the snail steps.

The worst, however, was definately the luggage wait. Never a pleasure, I know, but this time it was sheer torture. It’s been a very long, long time (can I say ever?) since I’ve waited so long for my luggage. First, it took an unexplainable hour and a half to get the platform moving and then, and this is no one’s fault I know, my backack decided to make a very late appearance at the very last load of luggage.

What a rockstar.

Spoiled Europeans

Santiago Airport, Chile – 28/12/2008

We EU citizens are spoiled. It’s a fact. Thanks to the abolishment of fronteers and the Shenguen treaty we’ve forgotten one of the quintessential ingredients of any travel beyond our communitary microcosmos: the inherent immigration and passport check queue. People piled up together in zigzags, forms that no one seems to truly know how to fill in and the inscrutable employees doing the same old questions.

Oh, I’ve missed it.

Let the wanderings begin…

Barajas Airport, Madrid, Spain – 27/12/2008

Thanks to the never-ending 4 hours I am currently killing at Barajas Airport (Madrid) between my inbound flight to Lisbon and my outbound flight to Santiago de Chile, it so happens I am opening my brand new blog in the local overpriced cybercafé.

In the following 20 days or so I’ll be travelling around Chile (well… just Santiago actually), Uruguay and Argentina (Buenos Aires and Patagonia) and I intend to post here anything I deem relevant about this trip.

Obviously, the concept of “relevant” is vague at best, so you can hope (dunno if hope is the appropriate term here) to find here anything from photos of deserted airports, to my random writings, to stupid little anecdotes only I will find interesting.

Right now I am bored to tears… I’ve been wandering the airport for 2 hours now (I know it’s not much, but I am easily bored) and it’s been a dreary wait… the airport is half empty (have a couple of photos to prove it, but this computer doesn’t like my cam’s memory card), the shops are as interesting as a brick and I’ve read the newspapers I brought from Portugal twice over.

Ergo, this blog was born.

Hope you enjoy it. Will try to come back to it in Santiago, hopefully with a couple of photos to liven things up.