Our sleepy little stop over.

Sat 8th -Mon 10th Jan
We left Pucon early Sat morning with our bodies in even more pain then the previous day and not enough sleep from our late night at the pools. Packing our backpacks was a struggle as my arms hurt from using them while tobogganing down the volcano and Pete’s leg was in even more pain. What a pair we made. We hopped on the bus for our six hour day-bus to Puerto Montt. All good on this bus, except that they played the same Spanish song over and over again, for six hours. It got a bit monotonous.

A picture in our room!

We arrived in Puerto Montt bus station and were immediately offered rooms in hostels, or, should I say, people’s houses they have converted to some faux hostel. We took one lady up on her cheap offer and hopped on a bus with her to her home/hostel. The house smelt like old people and our room was situated right next to the road, a road which we were to discover had buses and trucks and loud cars travelling on it at all hours of the day and night. The little kid in the room next door also liked to play the drums, so trying to relax and watch TV with the sound of the drums and the traffic proved difficult at times, not to mention any kind of a sleep in the next morning. We found the supermarket and as well as getting supplies we also got a hot dog; they keep on getting better those Chilean dogs!

Sunday we went for a walk to get to the bottom of what Puerta Montt was all about. We got to the bottom quick. There really wasn’t a lot going on there. Okay, we went out on a Sunday, which means that just about everything was closed, but then again I think that even if the city was on fire there still wouldn’t be much going on. The best part of the look around was being dwarfed by a giant statue of a couple in the middle of light petting. We walked along the promenade and into the town, but there really was nothing to report.

Monday we booked a bus to take us to Isle de Grande Chiloe, an island to the side of Chile. Our bus wasn’t till early afternoon, so we walked down to the port. I’m so glad we did, because the area was Puerta Montt’s saving grace! It was a cute little area with heaps of little shops selling arts and crafts, mainly wooden made trinkets, and seafood caught and bought in from the local fishing boats. The port was old and well used, but defiantly gave some much needed character to a town. After our look around and a great round of Pete’s Dog Game, we were off to get our bags and head to the bus stop once again. Hopefully more adventure awaits. We’ll let you know how we go!

Our sleepy little stop over.

Puerto Montt, Chile