We arrived in a town called Ancud and set up our tent (weather still not great). Most places were closed as it was a Sunday so we went to the supermarket, Jonho cooked our tea on the gas stove in the rain and then we chilled out in the tent. The next day we got a bus to Pinguineras. When we were on the bus a man started speaking spanish to us, we gathered he said something about penguins so we said ‘Si’. When the bus stopped and was turning back around, we were in the middle of the countryside and didn’t know where we were and this Spanish man pointed at a car, so we went with him and there was a woman driving, an old lady in the passenger seat, the spanish man got in and told us to, so we did. It was pretty awkward as nobody said a word to us so we were both looking at eachother confused until Jonho asked where we were going. It turned out that the driver spoke perfect English (god nose why she didn’t just speak to us first) and the spanish man was a tour guide, they had a boat doing a tour to see the penguins which started soon so they were just helping us out! We got there and the boat took us around little islands which had penguins on, it was really cool and we were like little kids getting all excited and laughing when they fell over or jumped into the water. It was a fun day, despite the weather. We went out for food and then back to the tent!
The next day we went to a town called Castro. We went out for our first Cazuela which is basically a Chilean Stew and then had a walk around. We bumped into a sea lion in the street and stood watching it for about half an hour. We cooked at the hostel and chilled out there in the evening. The next day, we planned to go for a hike but the rain was non-stop so we played UNO at the hostel with some of the other guests, got a bus to Puerto Montt which is another town. We didnt do much in the evening apart from get a McDonald’s.
The next day in Puerto Montt we went to the fish market and had seafood and salmon empanadas whilst walking around and then for lunch went to a fish restaurant at the market. Jonho ordered a Coranto as it was the ‘local dish’ but didn’t really know what it was. When the waiter came over with it, we thought he had got the wrong table as it was a huge plate of muscles, with a boiled chicken leg on top, a bacon rib, a chorizo sausage and a huge potato. A very random combination of food. In the evening we cooked at the hostel and there were lots of Chilean men there who had lots of alcohol and were topping up our glasses. We had a laugh with them trying to chat via google translate.
Kerry and Jonho's Travels 