Each night when the sun goes down over the mountains in Chile there is a brilliant red glow.. Alpenglow. It’s color deters your mind from its previous thought and you suddenly find yourself gazing into the distance searching the horizon for the most seductive glowing peak.

Pretty nice. Then you drive down the 23 miles of switchbacks dodging potholes and taxis revving their engines up the canyon cutting every turn into a game of how close can you get without touching fenders. And as you keep driving down, the air gets thicker, more hazy, the trees get taller and weirder and all sorts of material waste starts coming into view as your eyes ponder through the yards of the locals.

What is happening? Am I in China again? Oh there’s a palm tree and an orange sunset, must be California. But wait, this Taxi’s license say Chile and I swear that’s a sushi restaurant across the block. But ah it’s so damn hazy and polluted I can’t see anything. BAM !!!

What the fuck is this Mime doing rolling on the hood of the car? We didn’t hit you, get out of the road!! At this point all expectations for Chile go right up in the air with my arms.

There really isn’t much I like about Santiago so far. Worst pollution ever. Seem very unhealthy and poverty stricken but zero infrastructure to help lift these poor people out. I feel bad.
I’m about to start ranting but I just got to the airport where there was a Dunkin Donuts. ‘Merica. God bless.