Hell...Revisited

I like summarizing by using one word, and this time I think I´ll choose the word...SCREWED.

Presently, it´s 840 Am, and I´m sitting in the Santiago airport when I should have been home sleeping.

Yesterday, when I got to the BA airport, I was told that my flight was canceled. I think I knew at that point what the rest of my trip would be like, and I was exactly right. I told the lady that wouldn´t be enough time to transfer my bags and she assured me it would, right before taking a personal call on her cell phone and ignoring me. Typical.

I figured I wouldn´t have my bags and I could deal with that, but when we landed, and after I ran to catch my next leg, the lady at the counter told me that my seat had been given up because I wasn´t there an hour early, but rather only 30 minutes early. She also proceeded to ignore me and a fellow traveler, a girl who teaches in the Dominican Republic. We went to the LAN Airlines office and they told us that it wasn´t their fault and that COPA Airlines were the ones who screwed up. To make a long story short, partly because I only have like 5 more minutes on this computer because Chile charges ridiculous prices for EVERYTHING, we ended up waiting for 5 HOURS in the airport before being told that we would have to take a flight tomorrow morning. We were sent by bus to a 4-star Crowne Plaza hotel, which was friggin´NICE (too nice) for the night. I woke up this morning at 530 to try to catch the supposed bus that was waiting for us, but after sitting there for an hour waiting, two Aussies and I jumped into a cab and drove here ourselves.

This has been a truly ridiculous chain of events. What kills me is that John Boss has been at my apartment since last night waiting for me and we were supposed to go hit the town. I am well beyond angry at this point and now have an immense hatred for all things Chilean. I will NEVER come back to this country again, and that´s good considering their prices for everything.

The only good news is that I found 1 liter bottles of Bombay at the duty free in BA for 15 bucks each. I bought two. I can´t wait to crack those suckers open when I get home.

I leave in two hours to Bogota and then a one hour flight to Medellin. I´m willing to bet that my bags aren´t there when I arrive. If they are, I might just have a heart attack on the spot.

That´s all.

BK