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Another bus journey awaits as we travel to the southern Lakelands and the town of Puerto Varas, but fortunately this bus journey is shorter at just over four hours long. We've been told the town is similar to Pucon, but as we walk the mile or so from the bus station to our hotel, we realise it’s not – it’s much, much bigger, …
... mind like mine. But here's the short story of our valedictory tour of the island of Chiloe. Then we went to Puerto Varas to collect 2 pieces of underwear and 4 pairs of socks, that we had left in a local lavanderia (laundry) because they had closed the shop and we had to catch the bus to collect some other belongings... Anyway, we got our clean clothes again and we were able to celebrate again. ...
... it a go.
We arrive and are the only two guests there that day. We are met by Felipe, a charming young guy with excellent English. Turns out Senda Remahue is basically a 750 hectare farm. I hear Felipe tell the driver to be back for us at 5.30. As it is now only 9.30 I fear this is going to be a very long day, doing God knows what boring stuff. Never been so wrong in my life.
First Felipe asks if we want to go for a ride. Not on bicycles or the back of his ...
... in Puerto Varas wandering around the town and along the lake front. It was a lovely sunny day so there were drinks and ice creams involved in between our meanderings! The following day we got a local bus out to Petrohue waterfalls. The local buses are wonderful things - the driver pootles along beeping at anyone he thinks might want to get on. People seem to appear from all sorts of unlikely places to board the bus. You think you are ...
... as his pet yeast. There was also Flannel Tom, the young American goat farmer, who wore nothing but flannel tops, drank cheap Argentinian whiskey and could tell you how to slaughter a goat in vivid detail.
Finally, there was us, the three uncomplicated South African dudes who liked eating a lot of oats in the morning and drinking mate more than the locals did. We drank water from the tap without boiling it (much to anxious Elena's dismay), made a fire with wet ...