Dia Uno
The LAN pilot slammed our plane onto one of the worldslongest runways (built as an emergency landing for the US space shuttle) in one of the worst landings ever felt. Some screamed. It was 10am, I had slept for two economy class hours and the bags under my eyes should have been checked in at the airport. Our new best buddies Angela & Dave found a bright orange damp `residencial`ran by Sandra & Janet. We dumped the bags that weren`t attatched to our faces, met another friend Mike, and took him to drink tea in town.
Town is a cobbled road with dirt track pavements, the occasional shack selling pisco brandy, milk and bread. Groups of disenchanted locals hang out on the floor wearing pants on their heads randomly shouting at tourists and kicking dogs. It turns 6pm and the five of us are still awake but starving. We hit the local resturant and order tacos & cristal (very drinkable local beer, not champagne), 8 each later and some fool mentions trying the ledgendary pisco sours. Awesome drink. Order some more! It`s now 1am, had 2 hours sleep in 40, but the atmosphere in the tiny South American resturant is pumping. There`s no stopping us now and we get directions to the local night club. No one can remember getting to the club but we enter a large shack packed with locals aren`t kicking dogs anymore, but still have pants on their heads. A nine man polynesian band is belting out tunes to a hedonistic crowd who make a double take when 5 tourists storm in. Initially we are loving the attention and lay into some more pisco sours. It hits 2:30am and the electricity on the whole island cuts, and everyones night is plunged into darkness, including the previously good local hospitality. The attention is now too much as we defend our bags, wallets, and my wife. After our search party returns successfull with Dave, the Irish representative, we pretty much run from the club into a street illuminated by the most stars anyone has seen. It`s stunning, after repeating how lucky we are to have a power cut (no light pollution) whilst being further away from anyone on the entire planet, Dave gets up out of the gutter and we go home happy. It`s 4:30am. Epic night, one that could never be planned or replicated.
Town is a cobbled road with dirt track pavements, the occasional shack selling pisco brandy, milk and bread. Groups of disenchanted locals hang out on the floor wearing pants on their heads randomly shouting at tourists and kicking dogs. It turns 6pm and the five of us are still awake but starving. We hit the local resturant and order tacos & cristal (very drinkable local beer, not champagne), 8 each later and some fool mentions trying the ledgendary pisco sours. Awesome drink. Order some more! It`s now 1am, had 2 hours sleep in 40, but the atmosphere in the tiny South American resturant is pumping. There`s no stopping us now and we get directions to the local night club. No one can remember getting to the club but we enter a large shack packed with locals aren`t kicking dogs anymore, but still have pants on their heads. A nine man polynesian band is belting out tunes to a hedonistic crowd who make a double take when 5 tourists storm in. Initially we are loving the attention and lay into some more pisco sours. It hits 2:30am and the electricity on the whole island cuts, and everyones night is plunged into darkness, including the previously good local hospitality. The attention is now too much as we defend our bags, wallets, and my wife. After our search party returns successfull with Dave, the Irish representative, we pretty much run from the club into a street illuminated by the most stars anyone has seen. It`s stunning, after repeating how lucky we are to have a power cut (no light pollution) whilst being further away from anyone on the entire planet, Dave gets up out of the gutter and we go home happy. It`s 4:30am. Epic night, one that could never be planned or replicated.
posted by Chris at 10:32 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Chris and Sam: what fun! I wish I had the nerve to say --ck it! and light out. Well, I will live vicariously through your adventures. Please check in with me once in a while....wherever your are.
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