Land of the most beautiful bums in the world - no matter the size.
Suprisingly, leaving Chile was not only a last minute dash to pack my stuff, but a bit painful. As i got onto my minibus and started off to the airport, the last sight of Santiago city, which i finally familiarised myself with, got me all choked up and i burst into tears, continuing uncontrolably in front of the poor ol passenger in front of me for the rest of the ride. Goodbye Santiago...
and here comes bloody huge Sao Paulo! despite that, there´s no need to rush - everyone´s going at my slow holidaying pace. I´m eating well and just now getting orientated around the centre here. Not that unsafe when using a bit of sense, and after speaking to a few people who´ve been up the coast or have moved here, i could stay here much longer than i´d anticipated.
By the way, drunks are the same the world over. They laugh a lot, talk incomprehensively, raise their voice if they jerry that you´re ignoring them and pout when they inevitably try to kiss you... am i right?
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Glad to hear you are still drunk and laughing a lot, talking incomprehensively, raising your voice if they you´re being ignored and pout when you inevitably try to kiss them...
Sounds lovely, really. As for feeling blue about leaving Santiasco, I can understand that, but I'll bet you got over it right quick.
If you happen to fall in love in Brazil and can't make it to Buenos Aires, no worries because I can make it to Brazil in a few months.
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