A lively afternoon in the cemetery

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Is it smart to spend your second day alone in a new country in a cemetery? Maybe not, but that’s what I did. I strolled the manicured aisles of the Cemetario Municipal, where the tombs decorated with rosaries, photographs and flowers and the plots lie shoulder to shoulder as far as you can see.

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And, after shuffling back and forth between offices, I have almost secured a work Visa. My employers were right in telling me not to stress; it's been a fairly easy process. Just fill out a few forms, present a passport, immigration card, letter from my employer and a work contract, get four pictures taken at the corner Kodak store and voila! — permission to work in Chile. (I must report though, the man drawing up my work contract tried to slip in a salary lower than what he knew I was promised. Lesson: Read the fine print, especially if those writing the fine print are doing so in Spanish — or are otherwise in positions to take advantage.)

Question: If a man visiting on a senior citizen's tour from Santiago tells you you're dressed like a ranger, does that mean your outfit's too drab?