I think we’re finally back into the rhythm of things here in Santiago. We’re in the last stage of our trip here, with only about one month left to go, so in addition to the regular schedule of work and play, we’re beginning to focus on our trip back, getting caught up on all the Lost: Season Two episodes we never watched, and planning forays out to Colorado. This week has been incredibly busy. Erin especially is working a lot, and I’m not too far behind. Still, we’ve had plenty of time for amusing ourselves. I went out for some beers with the single dude friend I’ve made here. We tried hard to muster the appropriate amount of scratching and grunting, but it’s difficult to achieve the desired affect with only two people. Erin countered by going on a girl’s night in which I imagine she watched The Holiday and got slightly tipsy on wine before chatting endlessly about boys and relationships over a pint of Ben and Jerry’s.
We also got ourselves invited to a couple dinners. One was tomato soup. The other was a typical Chileno asado. Both were delicious, and we managed to meet every single Canadian living in Chile between the two of them. At the barbeque, Erin found a little girl (maybe 2.5 years old) to occupy her attention, so I didn’t see her for the majority of the evening. To her credit, it was an exceptionally cute little girl. Bilingual, too, so she’d already achieved greater linguistic prowess in her short life than I could ever possibly hope to in all of mine. I’m getting better, though, I swear.
On Friday, I saw a huge news crew right outside where we work, filming for the hundredth-or-so news piece to air on Transantiago. Over the past couple of months, we’ve been witnessing the effects of a government-instituted plan called Transantiago. It was the brainchild of some poor sucker at the Ministry of Transportation, one of those ideas that looks great on paper but, once carried out (badly), doesn’t actually work. Basically, it was trying to open up public transportation to as many people as possible, especially those who live on the outskirts of the city/in the poorer sections. One of the benefits was supposed to be that you could transfer from a metro to a bus or a bus to another bus without paying twice if you do it in under a certain amount of time. Some of you may remember me babbling early on about the bus system. Well, Transantiago is an attempt to organize and improve the operation of the busses. They built stops, so instead of just flagging down a bus any old place, the people could go to specific spots to catch one. They organized routes. Before there weren’t actually any defined routes, and busses could pretty much pick where they wanted to go, a decision they would publicize using big cardboard signs in the windows. Now, they all run on a plan, dictated by bus number. There are also special busses only lanes now to speed up their movement around the city.

All of this, no doubt, sounds good. It doesn’t work, though, and it’s been a huge disaster. The major reason it doesn’t is because of the Chilean mafia, which owns something like 40% of the busses in Santiago, has refused to send its busses out under the new plan. All transportation is government organized, but the government issues contracts to private companies. Thus, while it can dictate where busses run, it can’t make them actually leave the garage. So, there aren’t enough busses for everyone. As a result, there are often lines of people 50 deep waiting at bus stops (this is actually a good thing—at the beginning of the Transantiago nightmare they used to fight and riot to get a spot on the micros), and you regularly see the people who did manage to catch a bus hanging out the opened doors because it’s so damn overcrowded. All the extra people have no choice but to cram themselves onto the metro, which in turn is now overcrowded, hot, and eternally reeks of BO. Workers have begun lining up outside metro stations at 5am, and when the doors finally open, there is a crowd of 200+ people waiting to surge in. Those who drive now have half the lanes to use, so private transportation is also ruined, with huge traffic jams in the morning and afternoon. It’s been a train wreck. It’s been front page news since its implementation in mid-February, and it’s always the first thing they talk about on the news every night. They always manage to interview some old abuelita saying how she doesn’t like to leave the house anymore. It even ruined the advertising career of the famous Chileno Soccer player who originally advertised for it. He’s apparently lost his credibility. Coincidentally, Paz is the only person we’ve met who is happy. Her commute to school was shortened by half an hour. The real results of all the changes are that there are never enough busses at peak hours and everyone spends about an extra hour commuting, especially the people in poorer areas on the outskirts of the city. While walking around one day, Erin and I encountered a graffiti sign that said (in Spanish), “Wake up earlier to serve the rich? No to Transantiago.” We are blessedly unaffected by all of this, because we walk almost everywhere. Still, it’s interesting to have been here for the death of both the former dictator and the transportation system.

One other thing we’ve noticed is that Chile is a relatively classist society. Wealthier people don’t like to mingle with poorer people and vice versa. This is true even between relatively close income brackets. This is something that everyone is aware of and most Chilenos we’ve talked to freely admit. The thing I’ve found most interesting about this is the vocabulary. From when we first arrived, we heard the words flaite and cuico thrown around pretty liberally, and it took a while to really understand what all this meant. From an entirely literal point of view, someone who is flaite is lower class, but it has the connotation of sketchy, and someone who is cuico is higher class, with the connotation of snobby and stuck up. Essentially, everyone who is not exactly as wealthy as you falls into one of the two categories. When Erin had her picture taken with the Colo Colo soccer team, she was surprised afterwards, given their insane level of fame, to find that, rather than being impressed, most of her students were a little surprised. We’ve since learned that Colo Colo, despite its popularity, is perceived as a bunch of lower class dudes by the typical businessman of Chile. They’re too flaite, in other words, to bother taking a picture with. There is a good bit of downward discrimination among the social classes. Businesses, for instance, in some cases feel that it is okay to pay an employee of a lower economic class less than an equally qualified employee from a higher class. The perception is that poorer people don’t need as much money, thus, it’s good business practice to higher them at lower salaries. In social situations, Chileans seem to avoid hanging out with people they consider flaite, and we have known Chileans to warn US girls that the boy they are talking to by the bar is flaite. The ironic thing is that a richer person might consider these same people to be flaite as well, so it’s all relative. While a lot of the discrimination goes one direction, the negative attitude goes both ways, with people considering those of higher class to be cuico and avoiding them. Occasionally, we’ll here a place referred to as a cuico bar, meaning it’s snobby and no fun, but also that it has a richer clientele. Likewise, when Erin first arrived in Chile with an accent similar to one from Spain, she often got made fun of for being cuica.
Another thing we’ve observed in our months here is the widespread use of credit in purchasing everything. There are credit cards in Chile, of course, but the most common form of credit is the cuotas system. This is private credit issued by the stores themselves. They just divide the purchase into cuotas and charge you once a month, adding a percentage. Cuotas are offered on literally everything. We were once offered the option of buying a pair of scissors (rough value: $1.50) in three easy installments. The thing I can never figure out is who it is among the Chilenos that is actually exercising this alternative, and if they’re buried under a mountain of cuota-induced debt.