A mob of seagulls at the border tried to steal my sandwich without any success though (also, I've never seen birds so goosy like them) - and I'm in Chile! Again, but this time in real. Three years of yearning, false companions and self-destruct, - and finally, I made it. Alright, alright, of mice and men. I spent all evening time (fucked migration system, I had to spend too much there actually) with sea lions. Who would thought about it, these beasts so chicken-hearted, I loved to attack suddenly these five or six thousand pounds of live meat Well. Pelicans less interesting. But after one week there second Arica, a human-race area in Arica I mean, became less interesting than pelicans even. A lot of middle-aged tourists from Europe. For these old fungi, the government built everything - restaurants, casino, McDonald's, loooooong beaches. Try to find in Bolivia smth like casino or McDonalds, huh. I've been shaken at the beginning but fastly got bored. What more? A little toxication because of cebiche (hate fresh seafood), acres of burned skin. Many thanks for Jose and his brother from the bike shop - I came there at the not really good time (Xmas evening), but they helped me and were cute guys at all. I'd cured my skin by tomatoes (housekeeper present), had a chat with pre-pensionary Englishman (-Khodorkovsky has got a new prison term! -Yep), spent the last night with my cowardly friends and got away from the city.
