OK, I made it to Chile!
Here's some info if you want to know the details, or not.
Anyway, both flights arrived a little early due to pretty good tailwinds. The flight from ATL to SCL was 20 minutes early, 8:45 instead of 9:05, I know it's no big deal but I took it as an auspicious sign
When you go into the terminal after you get off the plane DO NOT get in the line to get your visa, etc. First you want to go over to the windows to the left and give the Chilean government it's $100, (if your American, other counties pay different amounts) reciprocity fee. They'll take cash or credit card. Then they'll stick a little piece of paper on your passport stamp it then you can get in the visa line. I walked right past the reciprocity, heck I think I even looked at it but I was so groggy from lack of sleep it didn't register. My first dumb mistake in Chile, been there all of 10 minutes
Then after you've stood in the tourist visa line awhile the happy, happy guy or gal behind the glass will look at your passport to see if you paid the reciprocity fee, stick it into an electronic scanner machine to see if your an international man of mystery or whatever, then your free to go get your luggage.
The cute part about this is that you have to walk through the gift shop to get to the baggage carousel. Sort of a "welcome to Chile now spend some money" thing

Pretty slick.
I was happy to see my luggage didn't get lost. But found that TSA gorilla's broke the zipper on my big suitcase
One guy sort of escorted it out on the carousel, after I claimed it and verified nothing was missing he called another guy over and then he wheeled my bags over to an area where he tried to fix it! That didn't work so he wrapped it in that plastic saran wrap stuff or whatever it's called, and apologized for it being broken. Wow! Talk about service. I like this place already. Voila! Done. I was free to go.
So then I wheeled my mini-mountain out of the terminal to where I was greeted by at least one hundred limo and bus people holding signs with names trying to make connections. One guy had a sign that said taxi, that's my guy
You would think I should be coming out of my stupor about now, it was about 55 degrees and the air was fresh as it was 8:00 am. But it didn't help. The taxi ride to where I'm staying in Providencia was only 8 thousand peso's, ($16) but I gave the guy a 10k and 5k bill ($30).
Oops! I have no idea why except I was pretty well sleep deprived by then. I can't sleep on airplanes, and the night before I left I couldn't sleep because I was so excited. And I guess being a dumbass helps too.
More next time about the German girls with the piscola and vodka
