Review

We (Che, Siobhain and myself) leave Buenos Aires on the 1st of May at 5.00 p.m.
That will be a long trip to Santiago; 20 hours on a luxury bus. We will never step 
out of the bus except at the border with Chili to pass the passport control (there
is snow all around us). At times it feels like being in an airplane but opening my 
eyes I see the landscape and not the clouds. I sleep a little bit but fully wake up 
to enjoy the outstanding view on the Andes. 

We are in Santiago at 12.30 p.m. First thing is to withdraw some money from an
A.T.M, machine, here we will be using chilien pesos. The bills are of large amount: 
500 pesos for 1 dollar. Second is to reach my Hostel. I'm tired and lost, walk like a 
zombie. A nice guy will phone the Hostel for me to find out where it is and how 
to reach it by Metro. He will put me in the Metro and tell me where to stop. 
Thank you nice fellow!

I check in in the early afternoon. They speak French at the desk!  I take a good
shower and move towards the venue. The Arena is inside a recreational park. I 
take time to relax.  

I enquire at the Box Office for a ticket. They have plenty, it's not sold Out (but
it will be).  I wait for Che and Siobhain until 8.30 p.m. then decide to buy a 
ticket for myself for the show will start at 9.00 p.m. I buy a ticket from a scalper,
high price, not a good seat, but I don't feel like being in the front row. Tonight 
I'm not in the mood to see his face.

I get inside the Arena to realize it's empty, I don't understand. I ask the time 
from a young fellow who says 7.45 p.m. Oh sheet! I forgot to change the time 
on my watch. We gained one hour from Argentina. I'm in with no way to get 
out again. I feel like killing myself for my stupidity.

I wait for Che and Siobhain at the gate entrance. They will get two good seats, 
on the floor section. No way to snick in.  Security is tough.

I'm all the way up in that Bowl (again a bowl with a capacity of 15000). Full of 
middle age people, some in their 20's.
 
Bob in on, on time as usual, he's rarely late. The sound is excellent, like Sao Paulo. 
Bob is "fucking" good.

'Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat'. He loves that hat. I'm a Little bit sick of it.

'It Ain't Me, Babe'. One of those nostalgic songs. But so beautifully written.

'Things Have Changed'. That he will 'forget' to do on some nights. Tired of it?

'Tangled Up In Blue'. Another nostalgia.

'Beyond Here Lies Nothin'  is a jewel. I can hear clearly the three guitars;
Bob, Stu and Charley. I can't be tired of this one.

'Cry A While' for the second time on this Tour.

No surprise but each song is perfectly executed.

My second favorite tonight 'The Levee's Gonna Break'. Bob is banging on that old 
keyboard like crazy.

One of those quality shows.

I'm on the side of the alley with space to move my body.  Some boys are dancing 
to, but nothing hysteric.  Everyone will be seated until the end of "Blowing in the 
wind".

Bob takes his time to enjoy the Standing Ovation. Again with that sign that 
seems to say "I'm yours".  
 
Thank you Bobby!

I will walk all the way to my hostel since I realize there is no more Metro after 
11.00 p.m. Oh sheet! Not such a good day after all. Not too bad neither. 
It could have been worth of course.