I may have overdone it.
Today was a day of taxis, planes and busses to get from Santiago to Puerto Natales in the South of Chile.
A funny thing happened on the way to the airport at 6:00 AM, I was sitting in the back seat of a taxi, in the middle between two of my fellow travelers because the car was full.
Then I projectile vomited.
Right where I was.
There was no warning, not for me or those sitting next to me.
It was like being a little kid again in the worst way.
As the most experienced traveler in the group, I wanted to be all cool and together. You know, like a graceful traveler who knows the ropes and can handle anything.
It just didn’t pan out.
When you’re traveling all day, you can’t walk off your quesiness and embarrassment, so you have to sleep it off.
So I slept on the train, on the bus and spilled some coffee on myself too but I can’t say it really impacted my day.
Maybe this is just what happens when you sleep on a plane, hit the ground running and only sorta sleep in a bed for a few hours before going again.
I just wish my travel companions would stop taking pictures of me sleeping. I realize that it’s funny that the past few days I have fallen asleep every time I’m sitting still.
However, I’m not particularly cute in any of these pictures. I look more like I passed out drunk in a cab than I sleepily decided to take an adorable nap.
But we have arrived in Puerto Natales.
Everything here is really beautiful and definitely a unique side of South America. It actually reminds me a lot of Alaska with the low scrub brush and cold plains below the mountains but with a distinctly South American attitude.
And now I am vomit-free and well-rested.
You can photograph me all you want now.
What? You don’t want to?