Santiago Bus Station

We flew in from Puerto Montt to Santiago where we were going to stop of for a couple of days. Unfortunatly the night before on the news we saw all these students going crazy and ripping the town apart. From what I could make out there was lots of water canons and tear gas in use... The joint dissision was made with "Herself" to just keep going. We headed straight for the bus station to buy some tickets when in front of us in the queue we bumped into Graeme and Prew. Graeme is a mate of "Irish" Mick's , back in Sydney and neither of us knew the other was in South America. They had just arrived the previous day (I checked their eyes for any sign of tear gas damage, but there was none) and were booking their tickets to go skiing a day later.

Our bus was not due untill 7pm so the two of them kindly offered to hang around for a breakfast beer. During the course of the day we were joined by an American ex-Nam vet called Mike. Mike was 65, had no idea where he was going to end up, and loved his "smoke", as that is what he talked about for 5 hours. Mike is not as quick as he used to be which is why he carries a can of mace around in his pocket. I suggested he stay in Santiago with all the students. We all parted company at around 6pm and I said a little prayer that the toilets on the bus would be working. I slept for the first 5 hours of the 22 hour journey but then woke up with a blinding hangover.