The morning was a struggle but once the hangover dissipated a tad, we were (somewhat) ready for a day of walking around Valparaiso. Our first stop was the very fitting 'Melbourne Cafe' who claimed to have flat whites (Australianos) and soy milk. Sold. I'm in. It was a half decent coffee too, with better soy than we have back home even (or maybe it's just been a while). Turns out, too, had we seen the sign outside, that if we had told them we're Australian the coffee would've been free. b*****. It was super cheap anyway, so not a huge loss. With that, we started walking. We took the acensor up to Concepcion hill - an incredible artsy place with colourful houses, art, street music - all a couple hundred metres above Valparaiso. We took in the city and got completely lost walking around - apparently we crossed over several other neighbourhoods without realising. At one point we stopped at an artist's stall on the side of the road. He was selling singlets and we fell in love with a handcrafted Frida Kahlo one after we found out that the cat singlet was not an original. We continued walking up and down staircase-streets and found the Museo del Cierro Apierto - they had even more incredible street art murals lining the streets. From there we started the hike back home. We passed funeral homes and florists in very close proximity to Medical Clinics and the Hospital and Emergency Room, which we thought was funny and kind of ironic.

When we got back to the hostel, we vowed not to drink again, so we reheated the leftovers and sat outside playing with the kitties. An hour later, we were on a trolley bus into central with two Aussie girls, a Brit and a Swede headed to a pub or a bar to try Terremotos - a Chilean cocktail with pineapple icecream, pipeno (sweet white wine) and grenadine - which came in 1.5L jugs. Swedish guy was the only one who had a jug to himself (not sure how he survived). The fact that we were drinking Terremotos was somewhat fitting since earlier that evening we felt an earth tremor hit and the hostel shook a bit. Anyway, one of the Aussie girls was a lovely 24yo called Steph, and the other had an odd name, was 31, and was a spiritual bogan hippie who became an overbearing mother hen as soon as she realised the name difference. And then she got drunk and was just annoying. And then we did tequila shots and somehow made it back to the hostel where Jeremy and I joined the singing guitar people on the 'catio' and drank some more.

I did not throw up.