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No, this is nothing like a Wes Anderson movie. First, it was the plane. After 6 hours of waiting, plus 3 poor quality movies, we were told that due to technical issues we couldn’t take off from Santiago’s airport. I’ve never been so far from home, that was the biggest trip of my life and it couldn’t have started worse. Second, it was the hostel. At 4 AM I was finally arriving at the navel of the world. Everyone from my plane was picked up, but me. Perfect time to be forgotten by my hosts in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, the airport was empty and closing the doors, so a smiley man decided to approach me and gave me a Hawaiian necklace because he thought I was looking too sad. My only choice was to take a cab till the village; that was empty and crazy dark. My supposed hostel seemed to be an abandoned house, but the impatient driver insisted that it was the right place. So, that was me, alone and homeless, with my beautiful Hawaiian necklace hanging on. After all, I was a grown-up girl, so I took my entire luggage and started to walk, looking for a place with some light on. All I could find was a pricy hotel and I decided to stay. My credit card still remembers that maybe it wasn’t my best decision, but I needed to stop the chaos and enjoy my vacations, and I did. Third, it was the dog. Finally the daylight! My first official day was dedicated walking until the top of a volcano. After passing by lots of tsunami warning signs I found my trail, and soon, I felt something furry, rubbing on my leg and running by. It was a white dog, offering me his services as a free guide. It wasn’t an easy hide, but every time I got behind or was confused about the direction, my best pal came over to check on me. His high-quality service made me feel guilty because the only food I had on me was a banana, not very tasty for his standards, I guess. After 30 minutes of walking up, I was surrounded by 4 other colorful dogs, all very experienced volcano guides. At that point, I should have started to feel like some type of Disney Princess, but under a February burning sun, the walking was completely exhausting, and I was really considering that those dogs were just been nice to me because I was going to die in there and be their next meal. In the end, it took about an hour, but we did it. We reach the top of the Rano Kau and the effort paid off, the view was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. But, when I was looking for my new BFFs to take our victory picture, they had already changed me for some random boy holding a ham sandwich.