Sunday morning downtown Santiago, a couple of hours before we have to catch a flight south to rural Chile. The city’s streets are closed due to a mini marathon. I start to worry how the taxi will get to us.
To pass the time we wander streets which are empty apart from a few runners and groups of boys and girls who break into impromptu dance routines every so often. I feel like I’ve wondered into a musical.
There’s some sort of colourful sporting event taking place in a park near our hotel. I’ve no idea what’s going on. All I know is one of the teams call themselves The Kardashians.
It’s diverting, but not enough to stop me worrying about how that taxi is going to get through.