So we finally arrived in santiago after the mammoth bus ride across south america. We'd met two lads on the bus and obviously had to go out and sample some chilean wine with them - it would have been rude not to!! Met the paraguayan football team while we were out aswell which was nice..

Anyway on our way home we got a taxi driver that was blatantly trying to rip us off. We knew our hostal was only a few minutes away but he was driving round and round the blocks notching up the metre. Basically i yelled at him in spanish saying we werent prepared to pay for him not knowing where he was going and that we'd only pay the fare from where he'd picked us up to the address of our hostal. He looked furious and just before he managed to bolt the locks of the taxi me and jen jumped out legged it up the road. He started reversing up the road after us and thats when we knew we had to find our hostal quickly. We managed to flag another taxi out of his sight who took us straight to our hostal (less than 1 minute away) and we sat in the kitchen for a while. The next morning the receptionist came to find us and it turned out the taxi man had come straight to the hostal (so he did know exactly where it was!!) with the police trying to make out we were criminals. As we had been in the kitchen they couldnt find us...the next day we flew to fiji as official fugitives!!