Happy Thanksgiving!

For Thanksgiving, Blake and I spent 11 hours on a bus to Chile, spending 5 of those hours stopped at the immigrations office between 1:30  and 6:30 am. Last time I went to Chile it took 3 hours at the border, so I was shocked we were there so long, especially because there were only 3 buses total waiting to go through the border. This is the best example of how inefficient the government can be in Latin American countries. Most of the time we were waiting at the border, the workers were just hanging out doing pretty much nothing. At the point where we had to get our bags checked, we waiting about 10 minutes for one of the workers to finish packaging something, then one of them took their precious time to pick out music on their giant flat screen tv, picking a song from the soundtrack of Greece. It was definitely abnormal that it took 5 hours for only 3 buses to cross. When we were done with the process, it was already light out and we could see the sun rising over the Andes. It's actually a really intimidating drive down the Chilean side of the pass, because the double-decker bus is driving really fast around tight switchbacks right next to the giant mountains in the Andes. Some of the places where they have built the road are right next to 90 degree mountain faces, where you can see all the places that rocks have slid down the mountain. We were in the cama seats on the first floor of the bus, and you can feel the curves of the road so much more on the bottom floor. We had white bread sandwiches with one slide of ham and one slice of cheese for Thanksgiving dinner that the bus company gave us. Yum.