So after a hard goodbye in Brasil, we were off to Colombia to see Paulo's family, and for all inlaws to meet and analyse each other. But not before a record stop over in chile airport, from late night to late morning waiting for our connection to Colombia. It was the middle of summer, and sure, Santiago de Chile is in the middle below the Andes, but I am pretty sure the icy cold air was not comming from the sunny scene I was looking at on the otherside of the airport windows! The air conditioning was sooooooooooooooo frosty. and we were so efficient in asking for our bags to be put straight through to Colombia so I was stranded without a jumper in the Santiago airport air conditioning. Alas, I was foced to buy a USA$60 or something tacky touristy Chile jumper from the only shop that stayed open the night with us. I know it was a conspiracy! The store with the overpriced tacky touristy jumpers deliberately turned the airconditioning down to - 10.C ! But anyway, if ever I needed an excuse to purchase proof of my stay in the Chilean airport that was as good as any!!! So, we spent the night on the Chilean airport seats/floor waiting for our flight the next morning. Note for next trip = make sure we have a 12 hour wait in daylight hours to take advantage of the city of Santiago, rather than making ourselves uncomfortable for an airport sleepover;) Finally, late morning we go on our plane to Colombia which came with a freebie stopover in Guayaquil, Ecuador which was not officially on the ticket!!! But that's okay, again, from inside the airport looking out I could see Guayaquil was a beautiful town/city in some slopey hills and fell in love with it enough to decide that next time we will schedule a few days instead of an accidental freebie gaze out the airport windows. Bought a $5 little Llama woven Andes style bag to mark my stay in Ecuador, and less than 60mins later we were back on the plane. I arrived in Bogota without time to change from my crusty all black attire (totally accidental) in Bogota, capital of Colombia, before Paulo's paternal extended family greeted us. Great first impression of flat greasy mucked up hair and all black, even though my tshirt was red wine coloured it was coloured in b
lack fluff from my new tacky overpriced made in china Chilean souvenir jumper. Paulo spent his childhood in Bogota before they moved to Cali just before he began his teenage years. Paulo's dad, Antonio is a native "Rolo" as they call the bogotanans, whie Paulo's mum, Cristina, is from Cali. A few of Paulo's uncles, aunties & cousins were waiting for us and we had the best coffee i had tasted for 72 hours, I attempted to have a cat bath (or, as mum calls them, "pommy" baths) in the loos but resigned to the fact my current state would be the first impression in Cali, too when we arrived. In Cali airport we were swamped by Paulo's parents, and other million relatives on his maternal side with an escorted ride back in a mini van to paulo's parents' house.
lack fluff from my new tacky overpriced made in china Chilean souvenir jumper. Paulo spent his childhood in Bogota before they moved to Cali just before he began his teenage years. Paulo's dad, Antonio is a native "Rolo" as they call the bogotanans, whie Paulo's mum, Cristina, is from Cali. A few of Paulo's uncles, aunties & cousins were waiting for us and we had the best coffee i had tasted for 72 hours, I attempted to have a cat bath (or, as mum calls them, "pommy" baths) in the loos but resigned to the fact my current state would be the first impression in Cali, too when we arrived. In Cali airport we were swamped by Paulo's parents, and other million relatives on his maternal side with an escorted ride back in a mini van to paulo's parents' house.
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