Colo Colo, cocaine and craziness!
Travel Location: Santiago,Chile
So the past few days have been very eventful!
On Sunday we went to watch the local soccer team, Colo Colo in he play offs. Im not usually a soccer fan at all, but i have to say that the whole experience was an absolute blast. Nicole´s family didnt really think it was a great idea for us to go, as riots at the games are not uncommon. Her aunty insisted that i wear pants, saying in spanish that i was likely to be eaten by the fans on a BBQ. Her uncle then tried to make me put on a hat, even though it was nighttime. On the way there we say buses with people standing on top waving flags. The bus driver either didnt realise or just didnt care. Im going with the latter. One guy nearly got coathangered by the telephone wires.
Behind the stadium, and the crazy supporters, you could see the snow capped Andes in the background.
When we got there it wasnt nearly as bad as the family had made out. That being said, we had to have our bags searched, my camera was searched too, and the grandstands were caged off in sections. There was a section for the die-hard fans that was enclosed by high wire fences and razor wire. The riot police were there, and it was only a local game.
The best bit about the whole experience was the crowd. They whole time they were singing and dancing. In the die-hard area there was a band that you could hear throughout the whole stadium. Behind the stadium, and the crazy supporters, you could see the snow capped Andes in the background.
That day, we had spent most of the day walking around the city looking at the local markets. As we were walking down one street, which i must add was not a back alley, some guy offered me cocaine and marijuana! meanwhile i was with a big group of people, some who clearly were Chilean themselves, so it wasnt like i was with a whole bunch of tourists, but obvioulsy the blonde hair must mean dollars for them in most circumstances.
Yesterday we had completos for diner which is like a chilean hot dog. they were pretty great, except for the fact that our meal was interrupted by a beggar asking for money. When he saw me though he obviously thought back to his english lessons in school and remembered the most important word, “money”. After that wewent to a bar and had the Chilean drink, Pisco Sour. I think they should rename it Pisco Strong. It was lethal, it was like metho with a hint off egg white and lemon. I dont think ill be having many of those! Nicoles dad and uncle thought it was hilarious that i thought it was so strong, they were tryng to tell me that it was an aperitif, but i cant imagine you would be able to guide a fork into your mouth after a few of those!
I am about to go and spend the day at some pools on top of a mountain overlooking Santiago. Its a hard life. I wil keep you updated!
xx.
L
