Although it was a slight struggle to revive myself after the late night interview, we somehow managed to eat breakfast and checkout, and walk for 40ish minutes up the San Cristobal hill. I say struggle because we haven't done that much upward walking since the Inca Trail. At least the sun wasn't out yet I suppose. Up the top, we visited the mighty large white virgin nun and Jeremy tried to turn me into one/leave me at the nunnery. I still don't think they'll acce...

Although we had found a hostel for the night, leaving was a slight problem since Barbara slept most of the day. Around midday, we decided to head to the supermarket and get bagels to eat in the park, and when we returned, it was the doorbell that finally got here out of bed. She offered to give us a lift to the hostel, and we said our goodbyes (good luck for her projet due that night, and safe travels, her to Patagonia, and us the rest of the trip), and we entere...

Today was hangover day, meaning that literally all we did nothing was lay in bed until 5pm, eat chips, and flop. Eventually, Barbara drove us out to an outdoor 'festival' with live music, art and food trucks. We watched a band play, and met another of her friends, a Japanese lad who we drank cheap beers with and smoked a joint while talking about the differences between Chile and Australia.

Because our flight to Santiago left Guayaquil at stupid o'clock, the hostel organised a 6am taxi for us, and a packed 'breakfast-to-go' which included a piece of fruit, a juice box, and some crackers. We managed to lock our water bottles' gel freeze bit in the kitchen and couldn't get to it before we left, so alas, in Ecuador it stays. Once at the airport, we flew through security and the border, nearly bought everything in sight in Duty Free, and then began th...