Headed down to Puerto Varas after Pucon, but I heard back from Paul a day too late to join them on their hike into the Cochamo Valley - which I still really wanted to start on my own even though I wouldn't have enough time to do the whole hike. It's the valley/mountain pass Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid used while hiding out in South America. And it's also very beautiful - often compared to Yosemite. But I'm running out of days even for that considering the Refugio there just closed for the season today and the buses are in low season. So instead I used this crummy weather day to take a 30 min bus ride to Puerto Montt - the main shipping port of southern Chile. I originally planned to spend more time there but everyone I've met said it's lame ("muerto montt" as the nice chica at my hostel calls it...took me a while to realize what she was saying and even longer to figure out she meant dead as in "boring", not "murderous". Although apparently it is also the most dangerous city in Chile).
Anyway. Hit up the Angelmo artesian fair for the best prices in chile, hit up the fish market where the cocinas cook up meals fresh off the boat. Here is the marisco soup I ordered. Guaranteed the freshest seafood I've ever eaten and I was also convinced the most likely to make me sick:
But it was actually pretty good and I'm still feeling chipper hours later. Still have no idea what all I was even eating. With all my work there done I left soon thereafter. The rest of the city is a dump and gives off an uneasy feeling. The food picture is the prettiest I could frame from my time there.
With still lots of time to kill I took the advice of the hostel excursion adviser (whom was initially convinced I was Argentinian this morning - score! Until his first complete sentence when I didn't understand a word he said. But at least I can mimic pleasantries with the best of them) and I went to Frutillar which is a small German influenced city just past Puerto Varas. Honestly not much to see there although the weather was bad. Otherwise seeing the volcano from the black sand beach could be nice.
Tomorrow I'm getting up early to day hike the first leg of the volcano Osorno.
Anyway. Hit up the Angelmo artesian fair for the best prices in chile, hit up the fish market where the cocinas cook up meals fresh off the boat. Here is the marisco soup I ordered. Guaranteed the freshest seafood I've ever eaten and I was also convinced the most likely to make me sick:
But it was actually pretty good and I'm still feeling chipper hours later. Still have no idea what all I was even eating. With all my work there done I left soon thereafter. The rest of the city is a dump and gives off an uneasy feeling. The food picture is the prettiest I could frame from my time there.
With still lots of time to kill I took the advice of the hostel excursion adviser (whom was initially convinced I was Argentinian this morning - score! Until his first complete sentence when I didn't understand a word he said. But at least I can mimic pleasantries with the best of them) and I went to Frutillar which is a small German influenced city just past Puerto Varas. Honestly not much to see there although the weather was bad. Otherwise seeing the volcano from the black sand beach could be nice.
Tomorrow I'm getting up early to day hike the first leg of the volcano Osorno.
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