Alright gang? How´s thee, all good I trust? Have just had 2 wicked shred days on the hill in Termas de Chillan, recently renamed Nevados de Chillan because it obviously makes all the difference. Terrain - tick. View - double tick. Brooding volcano overseeing your turns - check. Crew to ride with and burn up one of the longest, most boarder-crossiest runs known to mankind, Tres Marias - yes. So very truly excellent. Have now changed hotels from the excellent Piramuihainuimadaroeima to a creepy gaff in the same village, Las Trancas - it´s utterly empty despite being huge, apart from me the only punter, the manager (Lurch) and his daughter, who despite my best efforts at Spanish still looks at me like I´ve just tried to grope her. Which I haven´t, actually.
It`s like The Shining - or a weirder version of Royston Vasey. Not 100% sure what the meat was at dinner, but if you´ve seen the film Alive, you´ll understand my concern. Put it this way, I swear there was a bit of denim still attached. So I battened down the hatches and leant my board bag against the door, safe in the knowledge that I´d definitely wake up with 2 kidneys and a full compliment of eyes.
Tomorrow - Santiago. I´ve made a decision to push on through straight from Santiago to Portillo for round 5 of the South American shred odyssey, so watch this space. Love to you all x