After a long debate and calculations I decided that Brazil
is not going to happen and will have to be saved for a separate trip hopefully
to be combined with Machu Pichu in not to distant future. Yes I haven’t left
this country yet but I am already scheming to come back.
As soon as I decided that I wasn’t going to go (which was the only reason
I had come to Santiago and stayed in Santiago) I hoofed it to the bus station
to catch a bus to Pichilemu and begin my weeklong surfing adventure. There was
a little drama because after boarding my bus and sitting for 10 minutes the driver
told all of us that we had to switch to the neighboring bus do to mechanical
problems. I could see 95% of the luggage under the new bus but my bag wasn’t
one of them and I tried asking to make sure that all the bags had been
transferred but no one would give me the time of day so I had to board
the bus and tell myself that in 3 hours I would arrive in Pichilemu and my bag
would be one of the three I wasn’t able to see and not to worry about how I
would go about finding it if it had been accidentally left on the bus in the
Santiago station.
Luckily the three hour bus ride went by quickly despite
being squeezed between the largest Chilean I have seen and the window and when
I got there my bag was indeed on the bus.
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