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A first taste of what we would later learn is Naviera Austral's modus operandi. Luckily we were able to get something for the next day, again thanks to the fact that were were a pair of motorbikes and not something larger. Camilo needed it to take the front wheel off, should he get a flat. We came across what must be the best-equipped small-town hardware store we've ever seen. Bicycle brake lines, chains, wrench sockets, nails, glues, lubricants, license plate frames, rolls of wire, netting, the list just went on and on. And Camilo found what he was looking for, so after chatting to the nice guy behind the counter, we were off to the supermarket to find something to eat.
I open my eyes and turn the cellphone's alarm off one final time. The constant purr of the small gas heater, the cold air, and the two blankets on my bed are not something that I'd normally need in February. Outside it is softly raining. Anything in the room that might serve as a hook including the curtain rails has at least two damp things hanging off it, drying. Camilo is still asleep. I peek through the curtains. There are the bikes: If I visually follow the narrow path up to the cabin into the distance, over the trees and bushes, I can see the black silhouettes of the hills, covered in dense vegetation.
At that moment the clouds part slightly. The room is now slightly lighter, a shadow here and there become more defined. On the bikes, a few drops manage a glimmer. And then the clouds close up again.
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With the kind help of a guy that came out of nowhere I was able to push the bike up over the hard part and carry on. Soaked in sweat because I was in my rain trousersI pushed on. After more puddles, mud and all the rest, I decided to stop. The trail had become ridiculously steep and irregular, to the point that I was not sure whether I could safely come back down it without a problem. I just think it sounds very epic. Well, at least I had not and my dad had seen a tiny bit but still…It is decided, we would go to Puerto Varas that is the southern part of Chile. From there you can go to various small towns, lakes, forests, volcanoes and the island of Chiloe.
One of the lakes I saw was Lago de Todos Los Santos, it was so pristine, crystal clear blue and beautiful. I was tempted from the first time I saw it, I had to take a swim! Especially with how hot it was that day. I kept hearing from people that the south of Chile always has rainy weather even in the summer. I was warned to pack plenty of coats, long pants and sweaters because of the cold too. Which was disappointing in my opinion, I wanted to see a little rain but nope! Instead the sun shined bright and harsh and I ended up getting the darkest tan in my life. Anyway just getting to Puerto Varas was quite a trek. It was an 11 hour car ride starting from Santiago to Puerto Varas.
At least, I was the only person in the back of the car so I had some room to stretch my legs! There were a few places to stop in between, mostly gas stations with small fast food style restaurants attached to them. All of them served the same white bread sandwiches with cheap ham and cheese stuffed in them. Apparently they sold cheese empanadas as well but they were always sold out. Of course, there was the fridge with soft drinks and juices and the freezer with ice cream. I opted for the ice creams, of course. Those hours in the car were pretty long and monotonous not gonna lie…I fell asleep more than a couple of times staring at the countryside or trees passing by.
The sun was blocked out with a towel hanging from the window, a brilliant idea. It is quite a sight coming in from the highway and driving down the hill towards the town. One street had a huge, very modern and luxurious looking casino and hotels near the lake. It all looked very glamorous and out of our price range, to be honest! Where would we staying among this jet set? We wandered around the town looking for it. We actually spent about an hour or so it seemed looking for the damn cabin.