So about a week and a half down and it feels like much longer..what´s that work thing again?? Our flight was fine, but when we got to the hotel in early afternoon we had to sleep and sleep. Jetlagged we was. Did lots of walking around in Santiago, which has some funky pockets. Through one of these ~ Bellevista ~ is one of the main city parks and we rode a funicular and then took a cable car – think little egg-shaped number hanging way over the parkland – right into the heights of the park and came across the most amazing, huge public swimming pool. It was like a true oasis and totally drool-worthy. We had not brought togs. Doh. Next day we checked out another pleasant spot of the city but all that was really on our minds was getting back to the pool (was hot in Chile). when we did, it was closed, but instead we were directed to another one even higher up the hill. It was just as big and beautiful. Conclusion: Chileans do good pools.And pisco sours. Zing! They good. Of course john always wanted another one. since when did I become the sensible drinker? After one night of beers and a couple of pisco sours we had a quick little kiss in the street and as we finished (it wasn´t long ok, gosh) a cheer went up from across the street. It was a bunch of school girls standing in the entrance to a block of flats. I´m pretty sure one cried out ´vive amor´!! After we recovered from the shock we pissed ourselves silly.