Santiago!

The generousity of poor people

You remember that rough time we had last week, riding from Temuco to Santiago?

There was one night that I want to tell about, that gave me hope and revitalized me for the next week. It also made me a little sad.

Santiago seemed to enter my mind each day. After the ferry-ride across the choppy Straight of Magellan, my first step onto mainland South America brought the Chilean capital into view, even though it was still thousands of miles and months of riding in the distance. By the time I was pedaling on the homestretch to the capital of Chile, with Temuco in my rearview, my anticipation had grown so much, that it was nearly enough to act as the fuel my legs needed to ride the last 700Km (435 miles). Making the trip in four days, I arrived at the Campbell’s residence, a grimy, sweating, and more than happy mess.