Group Misplaced and the Massive Prime. We have been on the mall within the outskirts of Puerto Montt and realized the circus had come to city; and I don’t imply us.
We left our seaside camp Sunday at midday and drive three quarters of an hour south to Quemchi the place lunch was awaiting us.
It’s our favourite eatery on this a part of the world and we take pleasure in it as a deal with. On this our third go to we had oysters and clams to start out.
I had roast lamb…
…my favourite and lamb had crab claws her favourite.
Flan for me (I mentioned this can be a particular meal for us):
…and chocolate cake for the chocolate queen.
Rodolfo and Paz in search of perfection in native merchandise. Nothing they are saying is raised greater than 60 miles from their restaurant.
The native fishing fleet.
Layne slept on our option to the ferry. I drove having fun with the pastoral surroundings of this island.
The ferry was ready. They’re constructing a bridge to interchange the 25 minute trip however for now three ships circle the strait offering steady 24 hour service.
You drive on, a crew member comes by with a bank card ms hind and also you $21 on your van and on the different aspect you drive off. No fuss, no standing in line.
As we arrived in Pargua one other ferry was leaving after which our ramp hit the cement touchdown pad and off we went, by probability second off the ferry.
“Enhancing Chile” on the PanAmerican Freeway.
Volcanoes in all places. You get used to them sitting within the background.
Puerto Montt once more. Final scene in November – earlier than Ushuaia.
We went to the mall to do some buying. I noticed my previous neighbor on thirty sixth Avenue in Santa Cruz promoting a retailer. Jack O’Neill, inventor of the moist go well with, now in Patagonia.
Lunch. Mongolian beef and never dangerous.
Rusty wanted his nap time aboard.
Ram 1000. My fantasy solo camper. It’s acquired a diesel engine so that you’ll by no means see it within the US. The Promaster Metropolis, comparable, has been discontinued as a result of Individuals don’t like small cargo vans.
The suggestively named ironmongery shop. An enormous House Depot with a little bit of every part, tenting gear, lumber, instruments, work garments and paints and electrical stuff and home equipment. Fairly amazingly complete.
I wanted Bruce to waste time with me speaking garbage about manly stuff.
Then we went to get gasoline and on the Copec in addition they have a ingesting water faucet. Fill the thirty gallon tank. Give the station canine some treats (when Rusty wasn’t wanting).
Horatio stopped by. He’s emigrated from Spain and runs his motorbike rental company dropping off bikes for purchasers round Chile. He loves RVing.
Cool! Sizzling showers for 85 cents every. Scrumptious. Thanks Copec.
After which some meals buying at jumbo. We for the evening too drained to sleep at a truck cease.
That was a busy day. Haircuts on Monday. Lunch with a pal on Tuesday after which the lakes and contemporary Rusty paperwork to cross into Argentina. It’s all the time one thing on the to do record. Phew…