Up early to catch the “transfer” (mini-bus) as they call them here, to head to the airport. On my walk across town, it was a quiet morning, the sun comes up around 8am, and the people don´t “come up” for a while after that. Cool fence!
Rode to the airport with a guy I met at the hostel, Hadrien, a film maker from France who just spent the last month hitchhiking/backpacking/adventuring through Patagonia. He´s got two more days in Chile, and then heads back to Paris!
On the plane to Santiago, Hadrien proposed the idea of immediately catching a bus to the coast to Valparaiso when we landed. After saying “Hell Yea” we made it happen. Off the airplane. Bus one. Bus two. Sunset. Bienvenidos Valparaiso! Walked across town to a hostel recommended by a dude in Punta Arenas and dropped our bags. Empanadas before bed in a funky cafe, conversation about the Beat Generation and San Francisco, and glad to be in a city. Buenos Noches, Valparaiso!
That was cross country in a day!