Leaving(on a jet plane)

Was a long day, and long night. I had difficulties trying to sleep, mainly due to having a hard time finding the right way to sleep, and some stomach issues that are finally catching up with me... I’ve also been writing in my moleskine thanks to a certain someone, using it as a journal and not book. Some of the entries are kinda insightful so starting, uh, soonish I’ll include snippets from it, at least the parts that can appear in public.

I was feeling pretty smelly by the time I arrived in Santiago, wishing I could just shower somewhere in the airport, but that was gonna have to wait until Punta Arenas. The flight from Santiago to Punta Arenas wasn’t too bad, watched part of 4 christmases or something. Though the gas had been building and after one of my trips to expel some gases, the woman next to me asked if I spoke spanish, which I speak enough to say no. The she asks english, which I know so we began to talk for quite a bit. I told her how I was going to work at Palmer for six months and about just about wanting to travel more, and about wanting to see Peru and Machu Picu. She told me a bit about herself and her friend that spoke about as much english as I did spanish, and how they were going to see penguins and a glacier near Calafante. She tested me on my spanish that I did know, basicly just “Mi llamo es Sean”, and I am sure I spelled that wrong. Greg was asking me if I got her number, when the plane landed, besides the fact that I have a girlfriend I highly doubt that it was more than anything friendly.

Then it was on to the hotel with the Agunsa people, and damn what a hotel room it is. I have an entrance/waiting area, a large bed/room, a walking closet/hallway, and a massive bathroom. The bathroom is the biggest one I’ve ever had in a hotel, It has a toilet, boudie, a double sink, and a double whirlpool/shower/bathtub, it is awesome.