Shower this morning took place without electrocution; a luxury we have been enjoying for the past five days at Camille's flat. The non-electric-powered shower with no wires poking out everywhere and the rest made a very nice change from our usual hostal room. Being in Santiago has also been great, altough most of it was spent within the flat, making the most of little things like the nice sofa, the toaster, the toilet that flushes, the hot water, the tv (essential in euro 2004 mania times) and the views. From up here we can see the andes and the smog over the city. Being on floor 15 probably also saved the population from being wiped out by fondue fumes last night. Don Camillo treated us to an adaptation of the Swiss fondue, with three different types of cheese that Cristian recognised as being emmental, emmental and something else... (mortal offence as it was in fact emmental francais, gruyere hollandais, chilean deretido). A miracle helped the three stay together notwithstanding the generous quantity of wine that went in the pot - a trickle compared to what went via our glasses.
We ended the splendid evening by going to a club, recommended by the two locals, in what they said was a very unsafe area. When asked if they went there often, they simply said no, its too unsafe, people get stabbed here, there is lots of drugs arounds... I am still not sure why they choose to take us there. A post-fondue revenge? Anyhow, we lived and are in a lot better shape that poor Camille who has been surviving on very little sleep all week.
View from the 15th floor.
Don Camillo, the cook.
Fondue guinea pigs.