My Chinese USB cable that I bought in Belo Horizonte for about a month ago stopped working. Not a single beep of electricity could I get out of it, so no pictures from today, sorry.
My Chinese USB cable that I bought in Belo Horizonte for about a month ago stopped working. Not a single beep of electricity could I get out of it, so no pictures from today, sorry. It was only like 2 euros, but on the other hand, 2 euro per month … plus a whole day without pictures! Imagine all the fun I could have seen today ;( But I didn’t see anything fun 🙂 It was, all in all, the most worthless border crossing I’ve done in my life. From a New Years-perspective that is. From an explore-the-world perspective it was great to see Puento Arenas!
When I went to sleep, I surfed about how to make my Mac into an alarm clock. That’s what was on the screen when I woke up at 6, as always. Packed my stuff, hit the town, and had breakfast in another hotel, that was closer to the bus. And had a nicer breakfast. The bus ride was like going down to Ushuaia, but backwards – less and less interesting. But who did I meet by the border to Chile, if not the Spanish couple? Yes! They said we:
and we did! And then we were Chileans again, although their bus was ahead of my bus. But we met at the Strait of Magellan again. The strait was so quiet today. No adventure! But we got some adventure when we arrived at the other side. The bus – Scania, from Sweden – wouldn’t leave the ferry! It couldn’t. And the ferry was sliding back and forth, moving the bus with it. The staff put all kind of stuff below its wheels, but nothing worked. Lots of entertainment and embarrassment. We slid to the left and right, couldn’t get off. I loved it. Until the bus finally got metal under its wheel and drove away.
I then said goodbye to the lovely Spanish couple, who were going north to see … glaciers. While I was going south in order to get as far north and warm as possible.
It was a lovely ride among the straight of Magellan:
In Punta Arenas, I asked for bus tickets everywhere. But, there were no bus tomorrow. So there’d be a bus on Monday, arriving in Santiago on Jan 1. I’m not a party-addict. My New Year could have been just sitting with one friend, a glass of wine and a board game. That would have been perfect. But I refuse to sit on a bus, period. Once upon a time, I was on the ship between China and Taiwan on New Year’s Eve. Everyone went to bed at ten o’clock. It was only me up. And then I got seasick, and “celebrated” by lying in my bed, flying five meters up, then five down, five up, five down. (That straight is another messy one, although not as bad as Drake.)
There was only one company going into Argentina the next day, an Argentinian company currently closed. So I should just have gone to Rio Gallegos today, instead of being stuck in Punta Arenas. Well, eh, next time.
I had a so-so Chilean pizza and two beers for 15 euros, and then found a hostel. They demanded cash, so I walked around and looked for it, but according to one guy, all cash machines were closed because of the demonstrations. The city was quite damaged actually, especially the banks. But the hostel accepted me on credit. So, good night!
