27.01.2017 - 14.02.2017
In Chaitén, we stayed at a place run by two lumberjacks. One of them speaks really good German, the other gets by on English, so they’ve got their bases covered. They basically built this place on their own, I think, and it could obviously do with a woman’s touch, but it’s endearing to see them enjoy what they do. They’re looking to expand. They serve a mean dinner, and when we get caught up in endless conversations with British dudes, they go to bed and give us the run of the refrigerator.
Yeah, had a long talk, and plenty of Chilean Sauvignon Blanc, with two Englishmen on Brexit, Trump, driving the Carretera Austral, the Empire, and what have you. One was a 56-year-old emergency doctor. Retired. The other was a 58-year-old railway manager. Retired. I’m travelling with an accountant who is slightly younger than me. Retired. I’m 61. Enough said.
Today was a short drive, mostly asphalt, with some road construction work holding us up:
This is why we had to embark on this trip now: more and more stretches of the Carretera Austral are being paved in rapid succession. In a couple of years, it’ll be just another road.
We’re in La Junta now, yet another tiny little town with absolutely nothing to do to kill the afternoon. This is outdoor land. You go hiking, kayaking, rafting, trekking, but it’s chilly and windy right now and we’re moving on early tomorrow for a much longer drive, so that’s not going to happen.