Diego de Almagro Los Angeles
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Stayed around the river all day today, Maddie, Mike, Grubby
and Steve took the kayaks out first thing, whilst I was on cook group, then we
all had a lazy afternoon draining the last of the beer from the truck and
generally hanging out in the afternoon. Johnny had his hair cut in Pucon by a
presumably blind man, so I gave him a haircut – he wanted a number 3 all over
which I did, but he seems to have regretted it instantly as it’s a ...
... stepped on a lizard (only
a little one) coming out of the shower. We will be in the Amazon in a few weeks
so we need to harden up!
It was so beautiful here that instead of moving on tomorrow
towards Santiago we have all decided to stay here and just do a slightly longer
journey direct to Santiago the next day, so a day of kayaking, swimming and
chilling out tomorrow – bliss!
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... and eventually landing ourselves in the central produce market for a fresh seafood lunch. We had a fun time trying to figure out what all the seafood on the menu actually was (my spanish vocabulary doesn’t stretch that far) and Mum taught us all a valuable lesson that the enormous local mussels should be admired in the market but not ordered as a meal in a restaurant because it turns out their insides look like something you would be far more accustomed ...
... to the pool for a dip, and then a little exploration of the river above the falls. That night we were treated to a great tex-mex meal by our tour leader – delicious guacamole and nachos followed by fajitas, and obviously wine (hmmmm, maybe that was supposed to be beer?).
That night I slept out under the stars, or at least under the trees under the stars, listening to the waterfall. Surprisingly ...