Today was a disappointing day. First, today was the day we flew back to Santiago, from where we will fly back home tomorrow, thus signalling the end of our trip. 416 more words
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We rushed (as usual) to take our bus to Punta Arenas and we arrived very late with almost no cash.
When we finally found our hostel… well, it wasn’t the most modern hostel in the world, (actually I’d say that Magallanes itself was living there) but the owner, an old sweet lady was so extremely nice that it didn’t matter. 366 more words
The secret agent dash for cash draws to a mind numbingly slow close as the bus window television stuck on one channel takes its rightful place in a fading past. 657 more words
The name’s Bond, James Bond. How quickly the coin flips, we were but moments ago quite enviable global travellers drinking up the worlds bounties and now at the hissing closure of the bus door we become black market racketeers, secret agent eat your heart out. 877 more words