jason, franz and i arrived santiago de chile smack bang in the middle of rush hour, so had a great time storming onto a packed metro train with the massive unwieldy bags. some cheeky sod tried to pickpocket me on the train, but luckily had nothing in my pockets so he ended up just feeling my leg for a bit, then looked rather embarressed when he noticed i was looking at him sternly so he got off the train. should probably have slapped him about the face but couldn...

in mendoza now waiting to get a night bus to cordoba, so this entry is about a week out of date i guess. turned up in pucon late at night having failed to book anywhere to stay, however as usual in these situations loads of ladies met as at the bus stop gibbering in spanish, so chose our favourite lady and went to stay with her in a nice hospedaje with a really small, hot room for us, ideal. was now travelling with jason, 40 year old drunk irishman franz and a na...

after i wrote that last entry i went back to the hostel and sat around reading for a bit, when rafa stormed in announcing that we had to go with him to buy a whole lamb for the bbq he had decided to have, which seemed like an entirely sensible idea. so we all went to the butchers and chipped in for the lamb, which came wrapped in a black bin bag with its feet sticking out, was quite concerned that none of the people we passed on the street seemed at all surprised...

this is the second entry i´ve written today, if you want to read the other one click on argentina then ushuaia. so after another tedious bus ride, with only one border crossing but changing buses in rio grande and punta arenas, ferry crossing and another jamon y queso sandwich we arrived in puerto natales, which is a fairly nondescript little town that is the gateway to TORRES DEL PAINE, one of the best trekking destinations in the world. apparently. we de...