Santiago airport

So having endured a 14hr flight in two chairs which couldn't recline neither of us were feeling full if life. The excitment grew as we pieced together our trustee steads in the corridor just before the no return doors. About an hour later, we left the airports with the tales of thieves an pick pockets at the forefront of our minds. Feeling more at rest with our bikes to justify the odd combination of sliders, shorts and light wool top we set out to find a bus to Terminal Alamenda. The beginning of another long journey...