PUERTO VARAS, Chile- I left Puerto Montt today. It was quite the miserable place. I am now in Puerto Varas, a tourist town with few foreigners at this time of year — the winter. I can see why: it is cold and it rains, or has just stopped raining, or is about to rain ALL DAY LONG.
[adsense]This weather reminds me of the end of winter in Western NY, how it is always slushy and cold. As I stated above, the people down in Puerto Montt seemed to be quite miserable. I think I am going to stay around this area for one more day and make a decision as to if I am going to continue down to Patagonia or head up north to the Atacama. This is a big decision as I came to Chile precisely travel to Patagonia.
21 August 2002
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, cold, rain. I woke up — it was still raining. I headed out for a walk. I ended up walking down a beautiful road — I think that I am going to walk back tomorrow and just walk — to somewhere. To anywhere. To nowhere — just walk.
Is this not what travel is all about — to prove to myself that, even for a few moments, that I am free. Now, to make this feeling permanent, to make travel a life. My life.
This town is very wealthy. The houses are heavily German influenced with shingles all over the outside walls. At least the people who live around the town center seem to enjoy every luxury available to the people of any country.