Chilling in Chillan
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I heard my alarm this morning, thankfully. I showered, packed up, enjoyed a final breakfast at Casa Chueca, and checked out.
In hindsight, I was dumb not to check my bill. The total cost of room, breakfasts, dinners, bike rental, and beer/wine for the 2 days was 61,000
That said, my money problems continue - Casa Chueca didn´t take Visa! And I didn´t have enough
Also, my logistical challenges continue. My train was at 955am and I had to allow time to call a taxi, wait for the taxi, and drive to the train station. Talking with Nichole over breakfast, we planned out the timeline required. And at 830am, I was feeling ok about the timing. But for some reason eating, paying, etc took longer than expected and suddenly it was 905am by the time anyone called the taxi for me. So then I waited for him to show up. And waited. And waited. Finally at 935am he showed up. I explained to him that I was in a hurry to make my train. Well, he flew down the dirt road and weaved in and out of traffic. We got to the station at 953am! I had saved 10,000 pesos for the taxi ride - which turned out to only cost 4,000. But of course, he didn´t have any change either! The important thing is I made my train.
I spent the 1.5 hours on the train trying to figure out my plan for the next few days. I was beginning to realize that the Lakes Region in
I decided to stick to my original game plan and cruise the markets of
I spent the afternoon today at the huge market in
I also took a walk along Avenida O´Higgins (seems like every town has a street named after Chile´s liberator) to Chillan Viejo to see the birthplace (well, birth neighborhood) of O´Higgins. Had fun doing some self portraits, too.
I spent the early evening in an internet cafe, emerging only to find that most of the restaurants had closed. Strange. After doing several laps around town, I finally stumbled on a tiny place that was basically a woman cooking in her kitchen and serving it to people on the streets over a counter top. So I dived in and ordered a churrasco - sort of like a steak sandwich i guess. While she cooked it, I sat at the counter and talked to her young daughter, who was learning to count to 10 in English.
Afterward - now about midnight - I said hasta luego and boarded my overnight "sleeper" bus to Puerto Montt.