Day 46.......sitrep

Having arrived in Santiago, chile, on the afternoon of day 45, it appears history has repeated itself.

8 years ago, after England were knocked out of the World Cup in Germany, I left Germany, crossed the border into France, eventually stopping in a town called Metz. There, at the side of a river, I pitched my tent and then went to sleep. I slept for 2 days, with the only part of my body to emerge from the tent in those 2 days being my hand, which was emptying the 2 liter bottle of strangely coloured fluid that my body was expelling (nice eh?).

Now, 8 years later, it seems that this process has happened again but the difference being is, I'm on the opposite side of the world, in a very nice self catering apartment thank u very much, and the bathroom is only 4 steps from the edge of the bed (the colour of fluid is the same you will be disgusted to hear)!

The only thing I've seen of Santiago so far, is from the taxi ride in and occasional peeps through the slit in the curtains. My body aches and I need food n fluids. I love the World Cup!