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 entered the Dominica Hostel. Dominica was at the foot of the San Cristobal Hill in the middle of the artsy suburb of Bellavista. The design of the dorm was different from other hostels: all of the beds where extremely private, one couldn't see anyone else from their bed, and they also had lockers right next to you (a tad difficult to get a bag in when you're on the top bunk methinks, especially since there wasn't a proper ladder).

We set out exploring Bellavista after putting our bags down. Somehow we found a hideaway 'city' of restaurants alongside the main street, and in there we stumbled upon a crepery. Crispy crepes with savory fillings (Caprese for me, Cordon Bleu for Jeremy) - delicious! Super cheap too.

Our next stop, was the house of the famous poet, Pablo Neruda, "La Chascona". Neruda won a Novel Prize for LIterature in 1971, and was also a highly regarded political figure. He was an eccletic fellow, and his house certainly reflected this - Neruda considered himself a 'Land Captain', and built his house in the form of a boat. In his dining room was a set of salt and pepper shakers with the labels 'Morphine' and 'Marijuana' - we bought a replica set for Kate.

Later, after dinner in the restaurant city and a long nap, I managed to wake up in time for a 2.30am skype call with my honours supervisors. To date, they still have no idea what time it was on my end of the call...