I arrived at the hostel in San Pedro around 7.30pm and soon met 2 lads from Nottingham and Pedro from Santiago. The 3 of us went into town for food and it was nice to have a Spanish speaker to translate the menu for us. Pete and Dave had spent 7 hours that day in the desert on their bikes when they got last and had no water with them and with one bike with a puncture. Needless to say they weren't feeling on top of the world and thus it was a fairly lowkey affair ...

I arrived in Sanitago after my bus ride from Puerto Montt around 9.30am and upon arrival soon discovered there were no buses to San Pedro de Atacama that day because there were floods in the town that had affected the road in and out of town. Instead i booked the last ticket on the 3pm bus the next day and then headed back to Bella Vista hostel again where I arrived around 10.30am. Upon arrival there were 2 things i would have liked, one was a shower, having not ...

Once back on dry land Evan, Joe, Hester, Paul (comedic Romanian corridor mate) headed for a cup of tea safe in the knowledge that i couldn't miss dolphins this time. After a while we said our goodbyes before Evan and I met up with 3 of his friends from home who he was meeting in town. We walked across Puerto Montt to the market where we walked around the endless salmon restaurants before deciding on one overlooking the water. 20 minutes later we were all tucki...

Puerto Natales seemed like a strange town, sprawled out near the ocean with a busy highstreet whilst every other street was empty. Upon arrival Evan and I headed straight to the Navimag office to check in which thankfully was a smooth process, despite handing over a horrifying amount of money. We didn't have to return to board the boat until 9pm so i went in search of a barbers in town. After a couple of unsuccessful enquiries I found the only barber in town that...

Our bus ride into Torres Del Paine was actually on a tour bus that was doing a one day visit of the national park before returning to El Calafate, as a result we had a tour guide - George (pronounced Horhay). Horhay was a jolly fella in a bright Jimi Hendrix hat and intoduced himself over the loud speaker system 3 times. Once settled he would point out things we drove past (not a lot as there is nothing in Patagonia) and talk at the rate of around 5-10 words a m...