Without incident we boarded our bus. Watched Inception and settled in for the night. After a quick coffee and croissant for breakfast at 1.30pm we arrived in Mendoza for our change over to Santiago, Chile. It was our last bus. With only 40 minutes until we left. We had no time to wander around the wine town of Mendoza and no money we ate fruit and waited in the bus office. We thought it would be a bus to Chile, but it turned out to be a Ford Torneo. We filled out our immigration papers and headed off on our 6 hour journey to cross the Andes into Chile. The views across the Andes was impressive. Snow capped mountains surrounded us. The border was extremely busy. I start panicking that we needed to declare everything and I ticketed 'No' when clearly I had fruit power and a lump of salt. As the Chilean border control like to check everything. The queue of lorries went on for miles. They would wait for hours. Our wait panics me more. So I dump the fruit power in a toilet bin. We both then panic that we are in Chile and haven't got an exit stamp from Argentina.

We finally got to the front and went into the control building where thankfully we got stamped out of Argentina and stamped into Chile, the counters were next to each other. We both queried at border control about the salt. Luckily it was ok.

Off to the other side of the building to get our bags sniffed and scanned. No issues. We were officially in Chile. We worked our way snaking down the Andean mountains, snow covered everything. The lorry line continued.

Around 7.00pm we arrived in Santiago, a Christ monument lit up on one of the mountain tops. This seemed to be a common theme in SA. We jumped into a taxi and headed to a hostel, unluckily it was full. We try another, it was closed down. Walking through this run down district was making us feel uneasy. Luckily 2 men pointed us in the direction of a HI hostel. It was just around the corner, average price, had room and all the facilities we need....Result!

We got a dorm to save money. When we got to our room it absolutely reaked!! The worst smell ever! We only had one room mate and he smelt horrible. I ended up talking to this guy. He was from Argentina and looked like a tramp. He ended up telling me that the CIA paid the south American military to overthrow the government. Weirdo! We will try to avoid him and our room so we decide to head out and get a Chinese. We ordered way to much again. We spent the rest of the night chilling around the hostel before heading to bed.