Along with the smoking Finns, two other great people that I met this evening at Kabul were the Chilean boys down in the bar. These guys — from Santiago, of course — are here in Europe for a quick holiday, before heading back home to their work and their studies. I haven't met all that many South American fellow travellers here in Europe, and it was a pleasant surprise to find these guys here. Sadly, being from Chile and all, they speak Español Chileno — which is officially the world's worst dialect of Spanish, and which I understand about as well as Mongolian.