We find ourselves travelling an hour by public bus to satisfy our craving for Korean food. We make it to Korea town which seems to be in the suss end of Buenos Aires. What really gives it away is arriving at the restaurant to find it locked and having to ring a doorbell to be […]
The bus (another bus post) pulls up, we load our bags and present our tickets. ‘Tasa?’ the serviceman asks. He’s asking for confirmation that we paid the reciprocity fee for our Argentina visas. ‘Si!’ I reply – the receipts are in our travel wallet. Except that they aren’t.
With 100 empanadas and a box of dulces de La Ligua in hand, we wait for the bus to Ovalle, Chile, where Tata is originally from. Grandma tells us that last time the bus was 2 hours late and we have no way of knowing when it will show up.
Welcome to La Ligua The bus pulls up to La Ligua and we see Tata (Daniel’s grandad) pacing back and forth at the entrance of the bus station. He’s worried because the bus ride was longer than expected and we are now over an hour late. When we arrive at the house, Tata opens the door and we […]
We bailed on Santiago as soon as morning came and caught a bus with a plan to tour Valparaiso. My Spanish is improving, I can now ask for bus times, tickets and cost and actually understand the responses being relayed back at 20x speed. The 1.5-hour drive drops us off here, a graffiti town.
After a couple of sprints to the boarding gate, a threat of being disembarked, 17 hours of flying and 6 hours of waiting at airports, we finally made it to Santiago. I have never felt as nervous coming to a new country before – a welcomed feeling really – and I suspect that it was mostly […]