It's day number 8 in the Santiago area. With more energy and cooler weather, I probably would have only needed 5 days here. Unfortunately, my departure date is no longer controlled by me; I am at the mercy of Delta Airlines.
I am experiencing the joys of flying standby. While I am optimistic about being able to fly home tonight, I won't know for sure if I'll get on until less than 30 minutes before my plane is scheduled to leave. It was a madhouse last night at Santiago International. I've never seen so many people with their fingers crossed. The anticipation of getting on the plane was akin to playing BINGO, but instead of waiting for my last number to be called, I was waiting to hear my name. And like BINGO, it never happened.
I guess some people have been trying to fly out of the city for over a week. If I don't get on by tomorrow night, that will be me. Apparently, all major South American cities are experiencing an overload of non-revenue passengers and cargo, so there's not much point in seeking a different departure airport. But like I said, I'm staying optimistic. Perhaps the fates would like me to develop a better attitude about Santiago before I leave. Things can always be worse, right?
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