Flying is magic. You quickly accelerate your plane to just below the freeway speed limit, lightly pull back on some plastic, and in a split second, your whole body feels the wheels separating from the earth beneath you. Your total focus is on that plane – its speed, direction, altitude, sounds – and the air around you. Everything else is left behind on the ground.
A new addition to the blog – quick hotel reviews. First up, W Santiago. May be an unfairly positive review, given it was an oasis in the desert of two months in hostels.
I’ll touch on Valparaiso when I finish my Chile country wrap up, but for now, enjoy a preview slideshow of my favorite street art.
For the most remote island on earth* Rapa Nui certainly doesn’t feel isolated when you step off a shiny new 787. At first, it feels like a less developed Hawaiian island. But just as you start to get comfortable, you stare out to sea and everywhere you see nothing. It is a harsh reminder that you are five hours away, by air, to the nearest airport in Santiago and more than 1000 miles away from the nearest island. Read more