My own queen size bed

Trip Start Oct 19, 2007
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Flag of Chile  , Lake District,
Monday, March 10, 2008

Once the boat docks (whoa, have to be a bit careful typing that word) we all head to the bus station as Porto Montt looks like a shithole and we decide it's in our best interest to get the fuck outta town sooner rather than later.  Almost everyone is splitting up but I decide to tag along with Andy and Gill and hit up Valdivia which I don't know much about except that according to Lonely Planet "It may be Chile's nicest city", ok, we'll see.  At least it's north which is the correct direction I need to head.  We say bye to everyone and we are off to our next destination.  Halfway to Valdivia the bus makes a quick stop and I see a pop machine which probably means it contains cans of pop which probably means I should nab one since I'm thirsty.  To my chagrin (for some reason I really wanted a pop which is odd, btw: my parents used to call pop "sody", not even soda, but sody, coke and pepsi was referred to as dark sody and 7up and sprite was referred to as white sody, I can't make this stuff up, can you imagine how awful my childhood must have been) the machine has a piece of paper taped to it with the words "La Machina esta mal estado" Me, Sarah, Andy n Gill waiting at the bus station
Me, Sarah, Andy n Gill waiting at the bus station
 .  I find this utter hilarious as the direct translation is "The Machine is in bad condition".  I think signs crack me up more than anything in SA. 

We locate a hostel which is basically someone's house which features a really really old grumpy lady but the positive is that I get my own room with a queen size bed.  I can't remember how long it's been since I slept in a queen size bed.  Hell, I only had a full at home (btw: my bed for the last 10 years has been on the floor in the corner of my bedroom, no box spring or anything, just a mattress, yes I am ghetto fab).  This is going to be sweet especially since I am dead tired from the 4 day drunkfest that was the Navimag ship.  It's funny the things you cherish when you have been traveling for as long as I have.  I walk around the city and Valdivia is in fact a really cool city which lots of charm.  It has a big town square where people flock to socialize, lots of restaurants, and a river where sea lions come up and beg for handouts (like homeless people and sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two) and the best part of Valdivia is the fact that there are more highschool and college kids here than theories regarding the significance of the symbols on the Led Zeppelin IV album and all the girls are walking around wearing plaid skirts with knee high stockings.  Yes it is safe to say I like this place. 

I jack around town for awhile and then meet up with Andy and Gill later for dinner.  We hit up some seafood restaurant which was really good and we knock out a couple of beers there and a couple more at a bar and then I go straight to bed (beer, beer, beer, bed, bed, bed - Homer (Simpson, not the guy who wrote the Iliad, although he probably would have not been opposed to such a statement as most ancient Greeks did like their alcohol as well as their beds especially when young boys were already in it, homo's (funny how homo is linguistically related to Homer)).  Anyways, laying down that night was one of the better experiences of my life.  I think I could stay in this bed for the next 24 hours and be perfectly content.

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