In the time long before Eurostar, before budget airlines, everyone or at least the Filby´s went to the South of France for a holiday. One of the great memories for me was always the ferry crossing and the great English Breakfasts they served up. I was disappointed today to find only a dodgy cup of coffee and a packet of crisps on offer during today's ferry crossing back to the mainland Chile.
Driving North past Puerto Montt we headed up route 5 to Puerto Varas on the shore of Lago Llanquiche. It was a bit of a culture shock with a casino that wouldn´t be out of place in Las Vegas and hundreds if not thousands of tourists, we quickly adjusted and leaving our tent firmly packed checked into one of the lakeside hotels.
With the daily budget spent on the hotel room we had to make do with tuna sandwiches for dinner followed by a walk along the lake, as always we were accompanied by the Littlest Hobo who walked with us for over an hour, even turning back and waiting for us if we paused to admire the view.
Highlights: Continuous hot water in the shower
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