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.
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