I didn't know Chile and Israel were bordering countries

Chile has approximately 15 million people living within its borders, 12 million of which are Israeli*.

While this may not be entirely accurate, there are a crap load of young Israeli travelers in Chile, in particular in the southern portion of the country. Once finished their mandatory army service, each man and woman (and presumably their friends who skip out on military service too) pack a sizable bag and go to South America. Torres Del Paines seemed to be a popular congregation point for the hoards, as our bus of 40 people to the park was well over 50% Israeli. I pretended to be South Korean obviously.

When Tim, Ryan and I arrived to the park we were eager to be the first group on the trail so we didn't have to deal with other groups and the awkwardness of passing them and having to say thanks and good luck as they privately created nicknames for us such as; bastards, $hitheads, John Tesh lovers, etc. As we approached the trail, two groups of Israeli's jumped ahead of us. However, shortly thereafter Tim, Ryan, myself and my morbidly obese backpack blew past the other groups, and assumed that we wouldn't see them again for the rest of the hike. (partially because they had a girl with them and mostly because Tim reminded us that we were superior physical specimens with above average sized quads*). We hiked 17 miles that day, which was approximately twice as many miles as I had walked since thanksgiving. Needless to say, after hiking that far with an underfed 9th grader on my back, i couldn't move when I woke up. (The frost on my tent didn't help either).

Categorized by night, this is how far away (In American feet) the Israeli's tents were from ours: (ps our measurement system is consistently the # 1 complaint foreigners have about us (Actually, it's probably more like #7):
Night 1) 13
Night 2) 45
Night 3) 35
Night 4) The girl was 10 feet away and by herself, which was comical because the guys ditched her. This may require an additional post to explain their distaste (and our eventual distaste) for Olga. After this night, the Israeli guys left us in the dust and Olga left to occupy a shared hospital room somewhere in Chile.

All of this obviously sheds light on the fact that I will be fluent in Hebrew well before I can effectively tell the spanish speaking dry cleaners i don't like starch in my shirts.

* The remaining 3 million are stray dogs.
** Simply not true.