Left Sydney a little late with an assurance that we’d arrive early in Santiago, Chile. Headed south.
I made sure to look out for New Zealand. Maybe it was there. Lots of long white clouds covered where the captain said NZ should be.
Strange leaving a country in the middle of a day, transiting somewhere at midnight (if you didn’t reset your watch), spending a few hours in another airport lounge in a second country, and arriving at yet another city in the third country on the same day and only a few hours after you left. Where did the 11.75 + 2.5 + whatever other hours go?
My first trip to Chile. Through Chile really as I’m transiting. A fourth time in a Santiago, the first time in this version.
Soon after the coast is what looks like a huge tailing dam, strangely beautiful but probably not prime real estate.
The area from the airport to the surrounding mountains is covered by a very light mist, blurring the edges of the flat plains into the mountains and sky. Green at the start gives way through the trees and mist to white, snow covered, mountain peaks. Row upon row or layer after layer.
Next leg today: to Lima.