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Pucón, Chile

60 °F

Our final destination in Chile!
(One of Pearl’s many new friends acquired on the cruise ship. How much luggage space do they think we have?)

My practice room back in Puerto Varas. The final practice session before leaving an accommodation is always your best practice session. No need to worry about being evicted for excessive noise, so you can just honk all you want.

During our four-hour drive north on Ruta 5, the Pan-American Sud, which is Chile’s longest highway (a tollway actually), we saw the following oddities:
Summer road construction porta-johns with large windows on two sides (???)
A hen and chicks pecking at the gravel while cars whizzed past
A man casually walking along the highway in dress shoes, khakis, and a jaunty sweater tied around his shoulders
School bus stops with no decrease in posted speed limit
Countless signs for “queso” (so much cheese, so little time)
Several well-dressed people waiting for a bus, but in 4.5 hours, we never saw a bus on the highway
A well-advertised pull-off for “comida rapida” leading to what could only be described as a haunted house

At 3:30pm we arrived in the tourist mecca of Pucón, with the towering volcano Villarrica behind, and immediately took a ten-minute power nap so we would show up at exactly 4pm when we were supposed to meet the manager of our little hillside cabin at the gate. We arrived at the gate perfectly on time after 20 minutes of absolutely bone-rattling dirt roads (much worse than down in Torres del Paine).

No manager.

We let ourselves in, found the cabin (locked), and waited at the gate. No one.
Walking up the road to the next house—-why, there he was, waiting for our call, even though I had communicated that my phone service wasn’t working in Chile.

No worries. The cabin is gorgeous. We are perched high on the hillside overlooking Lago Villarrica. I suspect the volcano is over our shoulder through the trees and promise a volcano photo tomorrow.


Pearl and I are pretty tired of eating dinner out, which in Chile starts at the earliest at 8pm, so we made a grocery run and are perfectly set up to cook our own simple meals for the rest of our time here. Oven doesn’t work? No problema. I’ll sauté the frozen pizza.

One of at least three giant dogs on the grounds. Really likes us. Or is he hungry...


Posted by skwclar 15:01 Archived in Chile

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