One day on from our massively enjoyable trek I and was still feeling like I had left my brain halfway up one of the mountain peaks and it was being pecked at by condors. The guy next to me on the bus wasn´t helping either as he had 50 cent blaring so loud from his headphones that everyone in a mile radius not wearing a fat gold chain with a gun stuffed down their baggy pants had ear plugs wedged in. Laura wasn´t looking too impressed as there was an extremely overweight woman behind us chewing and popping her gum for the entire journey as well.
When we arrived at Punta Arenas we were in need of spending the night somewhere relaxing and splurged out in a hostel with a lovely complete with the most inviting double bed we´ve seen in 5 months alongside a walloping sized TV. You can imagine where we spent the rest of the day! Tucked up in bed we watched the very suitable ´American Pie 3 - The Wedding´ where everything possible in the build up to the big day goes completely wrong but in the end it ends up perfect. Lets hope so!
After an incredible lie in followed by a tasty free breakfast and time on the free Internet it was an easy decision to stay another night. Apart from leaving our hostel to book onward travel we didn´t see any of Punta Arenas town and felt satisfied enough in our room writing postcards, blogs and watching whatever movie came on for the whole day. It was the best antidote imaginable!
Even though it was an early start the next morning we were both feeling revived and caught a bus down to Usuaia in Argentina which would complete our time in Chile. After a whole days worth of travelling we reached the most southern city in the world, and the weather was how we´d expected being only a boat ride away from Antarctica´s white shelves. Being so close to the snowy continent meant prices here were quite steep so we headed through the rain and fog to get ourselves a dorm room, something we hadn´t done in a long while. There we shared our room with a friendly guy from Buenos Aires and a loveable old chap from Montreal, Canada- they couldn´t have been a better pick of characters. We found out from them all the things we could get up to at the end of the world but how the weather has been so horrific that it has prevented them from doing much. Looking outside it appreared we were in for a similar ordeal but we went to bed in hope that the sunshine might stream through our window and wake us up tomorrow.
There wasn´t any sun the next day but the rain had stopped for now. Our Canadian room mate told us he was finally going to Tierra del Fuego, a nearby mountainous area of natural beauty which is one of the biggest highlights here but with the sky thick with grey cloud he knew he wasn´t going to see much. We opted to check out the high street first and get some lunch before deciding. We found a delicious yet cheap restaurant and filled our bellies which seem to need constant feeding at the moment ever since our food rationing of packet mash and soup on our hike. Feelong more than satisfied we went back outside where the rain was hammering down again and we felt glad not to have ventured out to the mountains. With us not wanting to spend any money in town we made use of the free Internet back at the hostel, got to meet a new room mate who unfortunately wouldn´t move his mouth leading to a very pleasant one-way conversation. The rest of the day kind of drizzled away after that.
At 4.30am the next morning for two long minutes our Canadian friends piercing alarm went off whilst he was in such a deep sleep that I honestly thought he was dead. We hadn´t had any human deaths on this trip so far but thankfully the jolly chap eventually breathed out a lengthy sigh. It was the weather yet again that would be deathly today instead. We spent the entire day inside but very comortably chilled reading books, looking at photos and it´s where I´m currently sat writing this very sentence. It´s been so warm that we haven´t wanted to move a muscle in our cusion bed heaven and Laura has got hooked into one of the books here that she must finish before we leave tomorrow. She is already on page 450 of a 663 paged masterpiece after only starting a few hours ago. Tomorrow we have to get up at 4am to catch 30 hours worth of buses up to Puerto Madryn! We can hear the sunshine calling us!
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