We arrived to Martina and Enzos before 7:00am and Carlos with is minimal english and us with or minimal spanish had a wonderful time. The temperature when we arrived in Santiago was 7 C and cooled to 4 C by the time we arrived.
Enzo was up because Carlos phoned him on the way to get directions. During coffee, we met Martina and finally got to put faces to names. They have been so helpful. Enzo took Michael and I for a walk to the shipping companies' office and along the way played tour guide.It turned out that we did not have the original "Bill of Lading" and therefore unable to complete bailing out the motorcycles. He paid for our "Elevator" ride and took us to the Aduana (Customs) Office for a tour. Based on my vage understanding, I think Enzo used to work there.
Enzo was up because Carlos phoned him on the way to get directions. During coffee, we met Martina and finally got to put faces to names. They have been so helpful. Enzo took Michael and I for a walk to the shipping companies' office and along the way played tour guide.It turned out that we did not have the original "Bill of Lading" and therefore unable to complete bailing out the motorcycles. He paid for our "Elevator" ride and took us to the Aduana (Customs) Office for a tour. Based on my vage understanding, I think Enzo used to work there.
After that, Michael and I had to get something to eat and found a basement cafe' and had the best meal of the day. A mom and pop place with numerous locals, some trying to help pop figure out what we wanted.
Me and Mike went back down to the local main street (reminds me of Commercial Street in Vancouver, but having never been there, just and impression) to pick up some pastries from the bakery. We came back eat our stuff and Michael went to the room and passed out. Big long day with nothing but unrestful sitting in the plane and then walking around the local area. Went to bed early and had a well needed sleep.
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