At 10:30 am, I said my farewells to Mendoza and hopped on a nine-hour bus to Santiago de Chile. This is probably the prettiest bus ride I've been on. About two hours into the trip, we started climbing the mountains and the snow-capped Andes could be seen in the distance. The tallest peak we saw was Mt. Aconcagua, the highest mountain in all of North and South America.
After reaching the Chilean border, the trip became pretty scary, as the buses, trucks and cars must weave their way up and down thousands of feet of perilously narrow roads as we continued our approach to Santiago, the capital of Chile.
Along the way, as we got closer and closer to the capital, we saw many pedestrian bridges that had been knocked down by the earthquake. In fact, today's New York Times had a good story about the invisible damage that exists in Santiago, nearly two weeks after the earthquake.
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