Santiago de chile
Santiago is a young city. Unlike european cities, which it is often compared to, it has little to boast in terms of architecture and age-stained alleyways, but what it lacks it makes up for with boiling blood and air heavy with romance and refined debauchery. Happy hour ends at midnight and the parks and street benches are filled with Chile's notorious lazy lovers, basking in their famed indiscretion. In the space of two blocks you can find the towering spire of the continents largest skyscraper, nauseatingly enormous shopping malls, farmers slinging engorged pumpkins on the streets, and gypsies juggling blades for pennies. Students protest and socialites tip-toe through frozen mud between pisco-sours. Dreadlocked hawkers sell vegetarian sandwiches to businessmen on insistent and unyielding subway cars. And for some reason, no square block is lacking a sushi bar, wether the venue is a 5-star restaurant or a traveling backpacker's rucksack.