We still haven’t gotten the hang of Chile time. Set the alarm for 7am, which is when we’ve been waking up, and it was barely light - sunrise apparently isn’t until 7:33AM. We hit snooze once and then the need to pee drove me out of the tent to our hole. My intestines seemed unhappy and threatened to make me use the hole for something else, but apparently I haven’t degenerated to a complete savage yet as I found myself unable to poo squatting over a hole in broad view in…

Did I mention we lost another hour when we came into Chile? That’s two hours lost in less than 48. We woke up at 9 Chilean time. 7 our time, which is when we normally have the alarm set. Breakfast was included with the room, but we thought we were too late to get it. McDonalds. McDonalds works. Not the most spectacular breakfast offerings but not bad either. I head out and discover that Chileans have no appreciation for breakfast, if McDonalds is any indication.

Dachary didn’t wake up with a splitting headache, which was good, but she was completely winded by walking across the street to get breakfast, which was bad. Went back to the room and the double whammy of street crossing and food digestion made Dachary need to lie down for a few minutes. I know, this sounds totally freaking pathetic, but you just can’t get your head around the effects of oxygen deprivation until you’ve experienced it.