Tuesday, 23 September 2014
At about 11 am the bus stopped in a town called Serena. I got off to use the toilet and to stretch my legs. When I got back there was some hustle and bustle going on, and I asked some of my fellow passengers what was the matter, and they informed me that the bus that I was on was taking a longer route to Santiago, and if I wanted to take a more direct route to Santiago I had to change to another bus. Why the bus conductor would not tell me this when I was standing right next to him, I will never know. Maybe he can't communicate in English but I think he should at least try and tell me what is going on.
Anyway, then I changed buses, and thanks to all the delay I only arrived in Santiago at about 5 pm. I tried to get a taxi to my hostel but no taxi driver seemed to know the address of my hostel. Finally a taxi driver agreed to try and find this mysterious place, but he had to stop many times to ask for directions. Finally I arrived in one piece at my hostel, it is actually a house converted into a bed and breakfast. There was no reception area and one of the guests let me in, so I just waited in the hall. Luckily there was free wifi, and while checking my email I found a mail from the owner of the hostel asking me what time I would be arriving. I replied and told him I was already there, and he sent someone to sort me out.
After getting some information as to how to get around Santiago and where to buy a camera from Alan, the person sent by the owner to sort me out, I went to my room which is actually quite a cosy place and I think good value for money. Because it was already getting dark, I didn't go out to look for a camera, I just walked around my hostel area, bought some food and water, showered and went to bed.
At about 11 am the bus stopped in a town called Serena. I got off to use the toilet and to stretch my legs. When I got back there was some hustle and bustle going on, and I asked some of my fellow passengers what was the matter, and they informed me that the bus that I was on was taking a longer route to Santiago, and if I wanted to take a more direct route to Santiago I had to change to another bus. Why the bus conductor would not tell me this when I was standing right next to him, I will never know. Maybe he can't communicate in English but I think he should at least try and tell me what is going on.
Anyway, then I changed buses, and thanks to all the delay I only arrived in Santiago at about 5 pm. I tried to get a taxi to my hostel but no taxi driver seemed to know the address of my hostel. Finally a taxi driver agreed to try and find this mysterious place, but he had to stop many times to ask for directions. Finally I arrived in one piece at my hostel, it is actually a house converted into a bed and breakfast. There was no reception area and one of the guests let me in, so I just waited in the hall. Luckily there was free wifi, and while checking my email I found a mail from the owner of the hostel asking me what time I would be arriving. I replied and told him I was already there, and he sent someone to sort me out.
After getting some information as to how to get around Santiago and where to buy a camera from Alan, the person sent by the owner to sort me out, I went to my room which is actually quite a cosy place and I think good value for money. Because it was already getting dark, I didn't go out to look for a camera, I just walked around my hostel area, bought some food and water, showered and went to bed.
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