We made our way to the bus station really early to get to this one day stopover as early as possible. Arrived at our home for the day, the mother of a friend of the mission pastor at Willows, and after being given the rundown we made our way down town. Took a trip around the harbour, didn't understand a word of the Spanish commentary but saw some stunning sights. Pelicans dive bombing the water, seagulls rising en masse from a jetty, two seals who used Pecks fish...

The longest bus trip of my life took us to Santiago. It was meant to be a 23 hour trip that turned into a 25 hour trip due to a number of delays for a number of reasons. What made it truly wonderful was the fact that our seats were directly above the downstairs toilet. This meant that at regular intervals with every bump, swerve or turn in the road, we had the aromatic equivalent of a cat's litter tray wafting past and clinging to our nostrils. Also had no Wi-Fi ...

After an extremely loooooonnnnnggggg bus ride through desert land to the Chilean border, we hopped on taxi that took us to the border, through customs and on to the bus terminal where we booked our bus ticket to San Pedro. Thanks to a young girl, Natalia, who could speak English, our trip was made a little easier, starting with the purchase of something to eat. As Murphy would have it this bus also broke down and we had to switch buses, then we had a midnight lug...