Ive arrived in Santiago after a long flight. Its quite strange landing before you take off, but im reasonably accustomed to having my body clock squeezed, stretched and shattered, and feeling the similarly named consequences that it then brings. Im meeting up with an old friend of mine and my brothers from the uni days in just over a week, he lives in Valparaiso on the coast, but is currently in Argentina. And so in his absence I'm heading south down to the Lake District (at least i think am) to a place called Pucon.

Right!!...Now where did i put that "Teach yourself Spanish" book.