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Trip Start Jun 15, 2004
105Trip End Jun 15, 2005
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Lots of travelling today - first the bus to Puerto Montt, then the bus to Valdivia.
Bus terminal is a little out of town so I accept a touts kind invitation to drive me to her hostel, which is actually very nice.
The town itself is also very nice - has a nice ambience about it, and watch Chile play particularily bad against Paraguay - and lose (no El Mundial Allemagne for them!)
Thursday 31st March 2005
Spend the day in Valdivia, firstly wandering by the pleasant river, as the canoeist sweep by, and then the museum bit - I dont always go to museums when I visit a new city - on this trip it would equate to just too many museums, but the first, the Historical and Archaelogical, was quite interesting - show pre spanish civilsation, and then the Spanish influence. Went onto the Modern art museum, which was either showing some seriously modern art, or was undergoing a rebuilding.
Crossing the bridge back into town, see a guy on horse, who looks just like you would expect your typical south american horseman to look like - wasnt quick enough with my camera though. You do see the occassional horse and cart in Chile - looks out of place alongside all the cars, but they do exist.
Back to the fish market, on the banks of the river, where huge, fat, sea lions clamber up to the market, looking for handouts - amazing size and sight.
Board a river cruise for the afternoon - not a 100% clear quite what I had booked, as it was all in Spanish, and so was the commentary - turns out only about 6/7 people are actually on this tour - the rest of the passengers use the boat as a ferry.
Boat passes through Chilean lake district, which is quite pretty, and then stops at a village, where we get off, and walk the gravel track through this quaint village, with its wooden church and carts passing by with cows dragging them. I wonder why so many people on the boat had flowers - turns out there was a village funeral where they all appeared to turn out for - one car, a hearse, the rest of the people walking behind
Whilst drinking our free sip of wine, I start talking, in a manner of speaking anyway, to a Chilean guy, who knows marginally more English than I know Spanish (now thats not saying a lot). He buys me a tea (If your from Inglaterra, you must drink tea) and donut kind of thing, and we both improve our language skills. On the boat back some old women insists on talking to me even though I cant understand a thing - it appears she had some relative work in Northern England at some point!!
Then go for a chinese with the Chilean guy, and keep improving my language skills!