Isn't it amazing how many things can happen within mere 24 hours? If not for Stefan and his sister, on their way from Swiss to Chile, that 14 hour long flight from Paris to Santiago (preceded by a three hour long flight from Madrid and additional two hour long wait by the gate in CDG, all of this accompanied by the worst ear lock ever) would've been immensely intolerable. He also suggested to watch The Truman Show (1998), which had slipped my awareness for 15 years. Check out for yourself.
My first encounter with South America from took my breath away (I just can't help using cliché here).
P.S. When I learn how to turn the picture, I promise you'll see it better.
It's not Amazon, but it might as well could be. At least my imagination and the lack of knowledge regarding South American geography let me, even if only for a second, see this as the vein of the continent.
Though, these are the Andes. The Andes. The summits gazing at the morning sun, valleys covered with thick clouds (I should've imagined that the clouds, awakening excitement at that time, were to frustrate me on land), just like rocky islands in an eternal sea.
And then I landed in Chile.
No shivers, no tears, just slight confusion of my new whereabouts. I guess it takes some time for the mind to realize that one of the biggest puddles on the planet lies between me and Europe.
To be continued
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Best greetings from Izmir!
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