Three-The one where everyone suffers from gastrointestinal
We are in Santiago,
Chile “nestled near the Andean foothills.” Cerra
Santa Lucia was the pit stop. We are nestled there.
[The teams open their] first clue to learn they must drive 150 miles to
Argentina and find the bridge known as Puente Viejo for the next Route
Marker. Arriving at the car park where their vehicles waited for the drive
through the Andes, disappointed [teams find] it closed until 5:00 the
next morning, allowing all the other Teams to catch up.
says, “Caution: Yield ahead.” Duly noted. We consider our
“It’s too early for Yield strategy.”
Jai: “Too early in the race? Or too early
in the morning.”
So, the car
park doesn’t open until 5:00 a.m. and we’ve got some time
to kill before hitting the road for Argentina.
Oh by the way, we’re totally spending this time mapping out a route.
Cim: Definitely go back to the hotel and get
a map and directions and plot our course.
with map: “Okay, Cim, we are here. And we are going here…”
Cim: <Yawn> “Just point me the way
out of the parking lot.”
After the doors of the car park opened at 5 a.m., all nine Teams began
the long drive into the Andes mountains.
It is predetermined
that Jai, being a child of the wide-open Mountain West, will drive the
long between-city legs. In-city? Cim is the expert city driver. Cim can
get us out of Santiago while Jai navigates. And mind you, we do NOT get
lost for two hours. In fact, we don’t get lost at all. We’re
that good. Good enough to find the highway Al Norte and the exit clearly
marked “Los Andes.”
Whoa, it’s the long and winding road. I better be driving.
Okay, but… [Note to self: always carry barf bag.]
“Wow, look at those mountains!” [hhhhhwwwwaaaa]
Cim: “Oooh, check out the snow!”
Cim: “Are we there yet?” [bleeeeergh]