25 January 2011

Mi Casa Es Su Casa ...Y Mi Casa, Ella Viaje!

Since we last blogged we've stayed in a myriad of random homes:

We hit Puerto Montt for a late night stopover and found ourselves in a flat inhabited by several families. We slept in a room just off the shared kitchen and a shy cup of tea turned into an hours Spanish practice. We turned in at midnight just as one family sat down to their dinner :)

In Castro, the landlady of our Hospedaje apologised for her slightly wonky, higgledy piggledy, wooden house, with the words; "be careful, my house, it travels!"

Last night, we were totally stuck as our boat arrived at 1am, 12 hours late. With nowhere to stay at the harbour we boarded a random bus to the nearest town, Puerto Aysen. After passing the Prison, late night bars and a brothel we were again worrying about finding a safe place to put our heads down. Luckily, a family on the bus asked us if we wanted to share a taxi to Coyhaique (our planned destination) and in the end offered to let us stay at the Madre´s house when we arrived at 3am! PHEW. Plus she made us tea and Panitos (wee bread) con homemade Jam before we went to bed! Whatta woman, wouldn't take any money from us either. Que super linda :)!

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