The factor I had heard so much about before coming here has not failed to disappoint. Having bags stolen by gringos at the Santiago airport, clutches breaking on our truck high in the andes, and bribing argentinian border guards to let us and all our gear into the country were just the tip of the iceberg. Fourty-eight hours and no deodorant later Bjorn Ballien, Suzanne Graham, Re Wikstrom, Holly Walker and I rolled into to town greeted by freshies and bluebird skies. We wasted no time in passing out for a few hours before grabbing the skis and hitting the office. The next few days were filled with steep lines and big smiles. This place is huge. Cabin fever is now setting in as its been days of storming, but its supposed to be bluebird tomorrow. Vodka con speeds are going to have to wait, as it'll be early to bed in Corbus 3 tonight.