At least we got across the Andes. Not much to see, except clouds and clouds. But descending rapidly to Chile's capital, I got the sensation of literally having been sky-high.
Bomb threat in our square.
Ash Thursday relax.
Mercado Central. Fish market. Oysters and Chrardonnay. Local 87 and fish soup..
School girls taking a break with their gitar.Easter is a time for contemplation. It is also a time for hypocrats to attend church to receive absolution. Saturday night we watched a middle-class couple driving up, a little late for midnight mass, in a hurry to park their car. The only "available" spot at the plaza was already occupied by a homeless having gone to sleep. So they started to park their car on him. "What are you doing?" Deaph ears. Finally by making a scene in front of the church, we (..) made them drive away and park their car in a different spot. So much for Jesus. I get sick.
But Santiago also has Café con Piernas, or coffee with legs. Bikini-clad chicks with high push-up-factor and even higher heels serving coffee during bursiness hours, a common lunch alternative for businessmen and an ancient (..) Santago tradition. My old man found this a real treat..
Me and our daughter beeing left behind on the pavement, however, were treated even nicer by the workers who observed us: Do you chicas really allow your father to go in there? ho-ho..
The world wants to be deceived..
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